Alina was a woman of great power, and she loved to put her toilet slaves through their paces. Today, she had an especially devious plan ready for him. He had already been fed a heavy, fibrous meal, so she knew he would be up all night, desperately trying to empty his bowels. Just to make things more interesting, she had also added two tablets of laxative to his dinner. She chuckled to herself as she imagined his discomfort.
As the sun began to rise, Alina made her way to the chamber where her toilet slave awaited her. He was understandably nervous, knowing what was in store for him. His entire being quaked with fear and anticipation as he awaited her command.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice echoing throughout the chamber. The slave trembled, then obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as he could. Alina stepped forward and positioned herself in front of him, her eyes glinting with amusement. With a sudden thrust, she shoved her bare behind directly onto his face.
The slave gagged, choking on the putrid stench emanating from Alina's backside. It was a terrifying and repulsive mixture of rotten food, feces, and sweat. But he knew better than to disobey her. He took deep breaths, trying to keep himself from retching as he felt the warmth of her rectum against his face.
For what felt like an eternity, Alina remained motionless, her weight bearing down upon him. Then, finally, she moved, and the slave felt a torrent of hot liquid and solid waste gush into his open mouth. It was like a waterfall of filth, pouring directly into his throat and down his chin. The slave's eyes watered and his stomach rebelled, but he refused to disobey her.
As the last dregs of waste emptied from Alina's bowels, she leaned back, allowing her slave to catch his breath. The slave gagged and heaved, trying desperately to expel the foul taste from his mouth. But then, just when he thought it was over, Alina leaned down and spat directly into his mouth.
It was a surprising move, one that caught the slave entirely off guard. But even as his mouth filled with more of Alina's saliva, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure. There was something uniquely humiliating about having his mouth filled with the very thing he'd just spent hours trying to rid himself of.
As Alina made her way from the chamber, leaving her slave to clean himself up as best he could, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Her toilet slaves always managed to surprise her with their resilience, even in the face of such degradation. And she couldn't wait to see what kind of tests she could devise for him next.
