Finally, after years of worship and service, my beloved Goddess had agreed to take me as her personal full-time toilet slave. The anticipation had been unbearable, but the wait was over. Our first session together was about to begin.
As I kneeled before her, my eyes fixed on her divine form, she gracefully took her seat on the toilet throne. She was wearing a revealing, shimmering pink outfit that not only accentuated her magnificent body but also showed off her pink seethrough panties underneath. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her command.
"Kneel up, toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with authority and lust.
I quickly complied, resting my hands on my knees as I looked up at her. She appeared to be in high spirits, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she surveyed her new plaything. She reached down between her legs, her gloved hand disappearing into the depths of her panties.
A moment later, her hand emerged, clenched tightly around a steaming turd. My mouth watered involuntarily at the sight of it, my cock throbbing in anticipation. She positioned herself over the toilet bowl and sighed contently as she slowly lowered herself onto the cold porcelain.
"Open wide, toilet," she commanded, her voice slightly more edgy now.
I complied, unhooking my tongue from the piercing in my bottom lip and opening my mouth wide. She pushed her panties to one side, revealing her perfectly rounded ass, and then slowly pushed the warm, wet turd into my awaiting mouth.
I couldn't help but gag as the foul taste assaulted my senses, but I forced myself to keep it down. My Goddess's expression turned from playful to predatory as she watched my struggle. She reached forward with her free hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back forcefully.
"Swallow," she hissed.
I did as I was told, forcing the shit down my throat as she continued to feed me more of her filth. My mouth soon filled with her Royal Kaviar, and she pushed her hand into my mouth, forcing me to chew and swallow every last bit of it.
As I did so, she expertly manipulated my body, pushing and pulling on my cock and balls, keeping me on edge but never allowing me to cum. She worked me like a marionette, her gloved hand digging deep into my mouth, leaving a trail of shit on my tongue with every passing moment.
The session continued like this for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only a fraction of that. My Goddess was relentless, pushing my limits both physically and mentally. But I loved every moment of it. This was what I had been training for, and I would endure any humiliation or pain she deemed necessary.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled her hand from my mouth. I gasped for air, choking back bile as I tried to catch my breath. She glared down at me, appraising me with her cold, calculating eyes.
"Not bad, toilet," she said softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "But you still have a long way to go."
With that, she stood up, and I watched in awe as she raised her leg, allowing a stream of piss to cascade onto my head and face. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her warm urine washing over me, knowing that this was just the beginning of our twisted journey together.
