I couldn't wait for my new toilet slave to arrive in my dungeon. The anticipation built up as I sat on the throne, my large, fat ass hanging over the side. My ass cheeks quivered slightly from excitement as I thought about how eagerly this poor soul would service me today.
The dungeon was dimly lit, just enough to see the whips and chains hanging from the walls. I heard footsteps outside the door signaling that my slave was about to enter. My heart raced with excitement as I imagined him kneeling before me, ready to please his Mistress.
The door creaked open, and there he was – a young man kneeling at my feet, his eyes fixed on my massive ass. He looked up at me slowly, fear and submission etched on his face. "You are my new toilet slave, aren't you?" I purred, knowing full well that his only response would be a soft whimper.
I beckoned him closer with a flick of my wrist. He scurried over to me, kneeling between my thighs once more. "Today, I am going to shit," I announced calmly, feeling my insides rumble. The slave trembled as he realized what was about to happen. His lips parted into a small 'o' shape, anticipating the taste of my foul waste.
I released a huge fart, filling the air with the pungent scent of Diarrhea. The slave's face turned pale, but he remained kneeling. I smiled cruelly, knowing that he couldn't leave until I had completely emptied myself onto him.
Then, it happened. I felt my sphincter loosen, and a warm, runny substance began to pour out of me. "Open your mouth," I commanded. The slave obeyed without hesitation, his tongue hanging out as he awaited my disgusting offering.
I leaned down and aimed my filthy ass directly at his face. A torrent of hot, steaming Diarrhea erupted from my rectum, drenching the slave's face and spilling down his chin. He gagged on the putrid taste, but he didn't dare disobey me. Instead, he allowed every drop of my shit to fill his mouth until he could barely breathe.
I continued to fill him up, watching with satisfaction as his cheeks hollowed out and his eyes watered. Finally, I pulled my aching ass off of him, feeling completely spent. "That's a good toilet slave," I praised, reaching down to feel the warmth still emanating from his now-filled belly.
As always, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadism as I considered the fate that awaited this poor soul once I was through with him. But for now, I would simply enjoy every last bit of degredation he could offer.
Later, after cleaning myself up, I couldn't resist posting about my latest session on the dungeon wall. "My new toilet slave took a huge dose of my shit today," I wrote proudly. "Especially delicious was the final load that left me completely spent. It felt amazing emptying myself into his eager little mouth."
I paused for a moment, considering my next move. "I think he's earned a special treat," I mused aloud. Snapping my fingers, one of my lesser Dommes appeared carrying a golden paddle etched with intricate designs. Smiling devilishly, I took the paddle from her grasp.
Kneeling beside my slave, I ran the smooth wood of the paddle over his back, teasing him with its cool touch. Then, with a sudden swing, I brought it down hard against his ass cheeks; the sound echoing in the otherwise silent dungeon.
The slave let out a high-pitched scream as he felt the sting of the paddle on his sensitive flesh. Tears streamed down his face, but he remained resolutely silent otherwise. I continued to whip him, each blow sending wave after wave of pleasure through me as he pleaded for mercy beneath the onslaught of pain.
Finally, with one final, powerful swing, I brought the paddle crashing down on his prostrate form. "That's enough for today," I said softly, reaching down to stroke his hair tenderly. For now. But soon enough, there would be more torment, more humiliation - all in service of my twisted pleasure.
And my toilet slaves...they would be there for every second of it.
