Mistress Candy was sitting at her desk, lost in thought as she looked over the calendar for the year 2015. It was a difficult year thus far, filled with challenges and disappointments that seemed to outweigh the good. She sighed heavily, rubbing her temple, trying to find some solace within the chaos of her thoughts. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. A dirty, depraved idea that might just improve this awful year after all.
She stood up from her chair, grabbing a roll of duct tape and a pair of scissors off her desk drawer. Walking with purpose, she made her way to the kitchen where her slave was waiting on his knees, head bowed low. Without a word, Mistress Candy instructed him to open wide and stuck one end of the tape to his chin, binding his mouth shut. She then cut a long strip of tape and wrapped it tightly around his head, over his eyes and mouth securing them shut.
Blindfolded and gagged, the slave could feel his mistress's presence as she dragged him by his bound hands towards the living room. He heard her rustling through a drawer, and soon felt something cold and hard pressed against his lower back. Mistress Candy was adorned in a devilish grin as she slowly untied his leather pants and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his well-hung cock.
"Tonight we're going to try something new, my little cum dumpster," she purred in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Something from the archives - a clip from 2015 that is sure to please."
She put a firm hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto the cold hardwood floor, lying him flat on his belly. He heard her rummaging through the drawers again before something heavy landed on the floor beside him. A loud POP echoed throughout the room, followed by a wet, squishy sound as she began to take a massive shit onto the carpet.
The stench was overwhelming, the smell of humanshit assaulting his nostrils; but he couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't complain. He lay there helpless as Mistress Candy continued to take enormous shit after enormous shit, filling the room with the pungent aroma of excrement. Despair turned to confusion as he felt something warm and soft pressing against his ass crack. It was one of the enormous log-like turds she'd just produced.
"Slave," her voice oozed with ill intent, "do you think you can handle this...?"
Without waiting for an answer, she pushed the steaming turd against his asshole, and he instantly felt it pushing against his tight entrance. It was bigger than anything he'd ever taken before, and instinctively, he tried to pull away. But the tape kept him pinned down, his mouth filled with drool from the gag imprisoned inside.
Mistress Candy chuckled darkly, whispering, "This is for the year 2015- we had some good times, didn't we?" She pushed harder, forcing the shit inside him as he grunted through the gag, feeling it stretching his asshole to the limit. "Here comes another one," she murmured, and almost as if in response, another log landed beside his head.
Minutes passed with Mistress Candy alternating between giving him her massive loads of shit, while he struggled to contain them within his body. Tears streamed from his eyes as he tried to cope with the pain and discomfort, but he knew better than to protest or resist. This was his punishment for being such a bad slave, and he deserved every humiliation she could dish out.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Candy stood up, zipped her pants back up, and tsked. "Not bad for a shitty year, huh? Now, let's see how well you can clean this up."
The slave felt her untying him, removing the gag and blindfold, leaving him gasping for breath. He looked around the room; it was covered in fresh crap, with only a small trail leading to the bathroom. His face flushed red in shame as he realized what he'd just endured.
"Good boy," Mistress Candy murmured, smiling sadistically, "I think we've both had enough humiliation for one night. Maybe 2015 isn't such a shit year after all."
With that, she left him alone to clean up the mess. His mind was filled with thoughts of their depraved act and the strange turn events can take. Despite the horror of it all, there was something about being used like a human toilet that left him aching for more... and dreaded what next year might bring.
