Alina woke up to the warm glow of the rising sun peeking through her window. She felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she stretched her legs and yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she sat up, she glanced at the clock on her nightstand, feeling a slight pang of anxiety. It was already past 9 am and she knew her toilet slave would be waiting for her morning shit.
Alina's breasts heaved as she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She stood up, reaching over to turn on the video camera that was set up on her dresser. The lens gazed back at her, seemingly hungry for the performance that was about to unfold. With a quick glance in the mirror, she smoothed down her silken robe and took a step towards the bathroom.
As she entered the room, her heart began to race. She could already imagine the eager looks on her toilet slave's face as he waited for her to liberate him from his morning constipation. Pushing those thoughts aside, she slipped out of her robe and climbed onto the toilet seat, positioning herself carefully.
With a groan of relief, she felt her bowels loosen, signaling the beginning of her morning ritual. She let out a long, slow sigh, her breath misting against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation building within her.
As her legs trembled and her stomach clenched, she let out a guttural moan. It was a primal sound, almost animalistic, that resonated through the room. The warmth spread through her body, a comforting sensation that always preceded her morning shit.
Finally, with a loud grunt, she released her bowels. A warm, putrid smell filled the room as her liquid shit oozed out of her, splashing into the waiting toilet water. The relief was instantaneous, washing over her in waves. She could hear herself panting, her chest heaving as the aftershocks of her orgasmic release subsided.
After several minutes, she opened her eyes and glanced down at the mess in the toilet. Despite her morning ritual, there was a sense of accomplishment that came with every shit. She gave a soft chuckle, reaching down to flush the toilet.
As the water swirled and gurgled, cleaning away the evidence of her shit, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Her toilet slave had been waiting for hours, eagerly anticipating the moment when he would taste her morning shit. She knew she took him for granted, but the thought of him kneeling before her, pleading with her to shit, made her heart race in a way nothing else could.
Finally, the last of the water disappeared, and the toilet bowl glowed with a fresh sheen of cleanliness. She stood up, her legs wobbling slightly, and made her way back to the bedroom. With a shaky hand, she pulled out her phone and sent the message she knew she would regret.
Alina - I want to shit.
Toilet slave - I'll be there in 30-35 minutes.
She hesitated for a moment before adding one more thing.
Alina - My shit tastes especially delicious this morning. You won't be disappointed.
As she waited, Alina couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with dread. She knew exactly how eager her toilet slave would be, and the thought both thrilled and terrified her. In moments, she heard the doorbell ring, signaling his arrival.
With a deep breath, she made her way to the front door, opening it to reveal her loyal servant kneeling before her. His eyes were intense, filled with a mix of desperation and adoration. She couldn't help but feel a surge of power wash over her as she stepped aside, granting him access to her bedroom.
She watched as he crawled towards the bathroom, his movements slow and deliberate. The anticipation was almost unbearable for both of them. Finally, she heard him enter the bathroom, and she could imagine the look on his face as he gazed upon the scene before him.
After several minutes, she heard the gurgling of the toilet as he began his meal. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sounds, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of him enjoying her shit. As the minutes ticked by, she heard his moans of pleasure, echoing through the room.
Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. He crawled towards her, his movements slow and deliberate, until he reached her bare feet. With a trembling hand, he lifted her right foot, pressing his lips against her toes, his tongue tasting the lingering scent of her shit.
As he moved up her leg, his movements became more confident, his tongue dancing across her skin with a renewed vigor. She couldn't help but shiver at his touch, feeling an odd mixture of repulsion and arousal. When he reached her pussy, he buried his face between her legs, inhaling deeply as he tasted her scent mingled with his own.
Finally, he pulled away, his face beaming with satisfaction. He stood up, his eyes locked on hers, and spoke for the first time since he arrived.
"Thank you, Alina," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Your shit was delicious today. Sweet and comforting, just like always."
She could see the genuine gratitude in his eyes, and for a moment, she felt a pang of guilt. But then she remembered why they were here, and she forced a smile to her lips.
"You're welcome, my pet," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, don't you have somewhere else to be?"
Without waiting for a response, she turned away from him, dismissing him from her presence. He bowed his head, understanding the unspoken order, and crawled away, leaving her alone once again.
As Alina closed the door behind him, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to life than this. But for now, at least, she had her toilet slave to keep her company, and her shits to taste.
