On a lazy Sunday morning, Mistress Sabina awoke with a content and mischievous smile spreading across her lips. Today was going to be a special day. She had plans for her slave that would not only humiliate him but also leave him feeling filthy and disgusting.
After preparing herself for the day ahead, Mistress Sabina made her way into the living room where she found her slave already on his knees, waiting patiently for her next command. She was pleased to see that he had assumed his usual position under the WC chair. Today, he would be her personal toilet.
Without skipping a beat, Mistress Sabina gracefully lowered herself onto the cold, hard wooden seat of the WC chair. As soon as she was comfortably seated, she extended her legs behind her, spreading them wide apart for balance. She glanced down at her trembling slave with amusement dancing in her eyes.
"Good morning, slave," she purred softly. "Today, you will serve me as my complete toilet. Remember your place! You exist only to please me and satisfy my every need."
The slave could only nod in obedience, unable to speak as he felt his heart skip a beat at the mere thought of what she had in store for him. His mind raced with fear and excitement as he awaited her command.
Mistress Sabina leaned back against the chair, savoring the moment of power and control. As she relaxed, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in preparation for the task ahead. Slowly, she began to feel the weight of her breakfast settling in her gut, causing her stomach to rumble. "Prepare yourself, slave," she warned, her voice cold and hard like steel. "Your mistress is about to make a shit."
The slave swallowed hard, his mouth becoming suddenly dry. He forced himself to remain composed as he heard the telltale sounds of Mistress Sabina unzipping her trousers and pushing them down to her knees. A wave of nausea washed over him as he caught a whiff of her intimate aroma, a potent mix of sweat and feminine musk that seemed to envelop him like a thick, suffocating blanket.
With determination etched on his face, the slave steeled himself for what was coming next. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he heard the familiar splosh of Mistress Sabina relieving herself onto the wooden toilet seat. A second later, a long, sloppy turd plopped onto the seat right in front of him.
"Open wide, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "You know what to do."
The slave parted his lips, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at her in anticipation. He couldn't believe this was really happening—Mistress Sabina was actually going to make him eat her shit! With trepidation, he lowered his face towards the disgusting offering before him.
As the first piece of shit met his tongue, he felt a mixture of revulsion and submission wash over him. He forced himself to chew and swallow, knowing that he had no choice but to obey his mistress. As he felt the warm, nasty taste of faeces fill his mouth, he closed his eyes, willing himself not to gag or retch.
With each passing moment, the slave felt himself slipping deeper into a state of depravity and submission. He could feel Mistress Sabina's satisfaction radiating off of her, filling him with a sense of purpose in spite of his disgusting task. He kept chewing and swallowing, relishing the feeling of being used so completely by his mistress.
It wasn't long before the last piece of shit was finally swallowed down, leaving the slave feeling empty and used but also strangely satisfied. He looked up at Mistress Sabina with gratitude etched on his face, knowing that he had just experienced one of the most intense and humiliating moments of his life.
Mistress Sabina smiled down at her slave, pleased with his obedience. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to ruffle his hair affectionately before standing up and pulling up her trousers. "Now let us go take a nice, long shower to wash away the smell of my shit from both of us."
The slave nodded gratefully, following his mistress like a faithful dog as they made their way towards the bathroom. He looked forward to their next intimate encounter, even though he knew it would be just as humiliating and disgusting. Because for him, there was no greater joy than pleasing his beloved Mistress Sabina.
