When news of a fresh, humongous, and delicious-looking turd from my Goddess became inaccessible due to her demanding schedule, everyone knew that disappointment would be imminent for me, being the loyal toiletslave I am. However, as fate would have it, my Goddess took pity on her loyal servant and decided to provide assistance in the form of periodic delivery of her packages.
Thus, one day, I found myself kneeling before her Goddess-like presence, awaiting my turn with bated breath. As she dropped her pants and revealed her glorious asshole to me, I couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. Directing me to get closer, she allowed me to savor the aroma of fresh shit wafting from her asshole – a scent both repulsive and arousing all at once.
Without further ado, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat and pulled me up to her level. She pressed my head firmly against her asshole, instructing me to open my mouth wide as she began to gently push her massive turd into it. My senses were overwhelmed by the taste of her asshole mixed with the warmth of her feces sliding down my throat.
Satisfied with my performance, she finally removed her asshole from my mouth and pushed me away, laughing devilishly. She stood up slowly, revealing her opulent naked body to me before pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Taking up a large plastic spoon, she inserted it into her asshole and began scooping up her diarrhea with surprising gentleness.
Holding the spoon in front of me, she ordered me to open my mouth once more. This time, she carefully fed me a mouthful of her rich diarrhea, watching intently as it slid down my throat. As I reached the bottom of the spoon, she smiled wickedly and tipped the remaining contents of the spoon onto my face, allowing me to taste and feel it on my skin.
Finally, she instructed me to put my head back into the box she had previously provided – one specially designed to hold her massive turds. Kneeling astride the box, she lowered herself onto it, pushing her asshole against my face as she slowly filled the box with her precious diarrhea. With each push, more of her rich, warm feces filled the box, filling the air with its powerful aroma.
Satisfied with the new addition to her collection, she pulled off her latex gloves and tossed them into a nearby trash can. Standing up, she admired her handiwork before informing me it was time to clean up. Smiling sweetly at me, she instructed me to follow her lead and began to clean ourselves up using the water and soap she always kept handy.
As always, my Goddess' thoughtfulness in satisfying my fetish never ceased to amaze me. Despite the mess and filth we found ourselves in, there was an undeniable sense of intimacy and connection between us that transcended even the most primal aspects of our relationship.
