As the office began to empty out for the day, Johanna found herself in a bit of a predicament. She had a hot date lined up and wanted to make sure she looked her best for him. However, there was just one tiny issue: she needed to take a massive shit before she could even think about doing her makeup. With a sigh of relief that she had no one to share the moment with, she promptly hiked up her stylish secretary skirt and positioned herself over the empty human toilet seat.
With a deep grunt, she lowered her plump ass and began her business, the familiar burning sensation filling her rear end. It didn't take much longer for her to release a healthy amount of solid feces onto the toilet seat beneath her, filling the air with a musky smell that was both revolting and arousing. Glancing over at her captive audience - or rather, her willing slave - Johanna couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as she noticed his eager eyes staring up at her.
"Open up, toilet slave," she commanded, voice laced with authority. With an eager gulp, the man parted his lips, revealing a gaping maw ready to receive whatever she had to offer him. "Good boy," she purred, and with a buzzing feeling of power surging through her veins, Johanna carefully lifted her heavy ass up and aimed her dripping asshole directly at his hungry mouth.
He didn't hesitate for even a second. As soon as her pungent scent hit his nostrils, he began to worship her tight little rosebud with his tongue, licking off every last drop of her juices before she even pressed down onto his face. "That's it, you filthy toilet slave," she encouraged him, her hips jerking back and forth as she emptied her ass into his eager mouth. "Drink up every last drop."
And drink he did. Johanna watched in amazement as her toilet slave chomped down on her freshly dumped turd, his cheeks expanding to accommodate her massive load. His eyes were filled with adoration and obedience, making her heart race with an unusual mix of desire and disgust.
Finally, when she felt that she had emptied her bowels sufficiently, Johanna leaned back, panting slightly from the exertion. She looked down at her willing slave, who was still happily munching away on her shit, and smiled. "Clean yourself up now, toilet slave," she ordered, her tone holding just the right amount of cruelty to make him jump into action.
Without question, the man scrambled to his feet, his nose filling with the familiar scent of human excrement as he began to scrub at the toilet seat furiously. Johanna smiled to herself as she watched him work, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. This was power, pure and simple; and she intended to milk it for all it was worth.
