As Lustymayla lounged comfortably on her plush couch, her attention fixated on the captivating television show she was watching. A smirk of satisfaction danced across her lips as her toilet slave remained dutifully seated, staring intently at the screen in front of him. She had trained him well. In fact, she glanced towards him and was pleased to see that his wide eyes never strayed from the screen, even now. She took a moment to admire his obedience, knowing he would follow through with whatever she demanded next.
Without warning, Lustymayla felt a gentle pressure in her bowels. It was only natural, given how engrossed she was in the show. But this time, she decided to let her toilet slave in on the experience. After all, part of being her live-in slave was to serve her in every way possible, even if it meant doing something as intimate as sharing her bowel movements.
"Ur a live-in toilet slave," she said coolly, her voice devoid of emotion. "I demand that you come and eat my shit so I don't have to go to the bathroom." She watched as he instantly snapped out of his trance and scurried over to her side of the room. Lustymayla couldn't help but feel a rush of power surge through her veins as she saw him kneel down obediently in front of her.
"Yes, mistress," he replied reverently, his eyes never leaving her. Lustymayla felt a twinge of excitement at the thought of what was about to come. She took a moment to study his face, eager to see the mixture of fear and anticipation that she knew would be there.
"I want to watch my show," she continued, her voice soft yet firm. "You will take care of it without any disruptions." She gestured towards her overflowing bowels, giving him a clear indication of what she expected of him. The toilet slave looked nervously between her and the television screen before finally nodding. Lustymayla watched as he gently lifted her dress up, revealing her soft, round behind.
Slowly but surely, the first warm, sticky morsel of shit slid out from her tight ass. The toilet slave leaned forward, inhaling the heady aroma that filled the room. His eyes widened with both fear and arousal at the sight of his mistress's inviting behind. He lifted his hands hesitantly, but Lustymayla jerked them back.
"No," she said, her voice low and menacing. "You must use your tongue. Taste me." The toilet slave dipped his tongue tentatively into the rich, creamy heap of poo, savoring the unique flavor that only belonged to his mistress. Her eyes narrowed in approval as he licked and sucked at her anus, cleaning her thoroughly.
As long, thick strands of creamy shit began to pour out of her ass like molten lava, the toilet slave's tongue worked diligently to extract every last drop. He lapped at her ass cheeks, leaving a trail of slimy saliva behind. Lustymayla sighed contentedly, enjoying the feeling of complete submission from her toilet slave.
"That's it," she murmured, her hand drifting down to play with her swollen, wet pussy. "Keep going." The toilet slave knew better than to disobey. He continued to work his magic, ensuring that not a single drop of his mistress's precious shit went to waste. Lustymayla watched, mesmerized, as he lapped it all up eagerly like a starved animal.
Finally, when her bowels were empty, she froze him with a command. He looked up at her, his face covered in a mask of shit and slobber. "Good boy," she cooed, reaching down to pat his head gently. "Now you can clean yourself up." As the toilet slave scrambled away to grab a damp cloth, Lustymayla settled back into her seat on the couch, allowing the lingering taste of her shit to wash over her mouth.
She was in charge. She could do whatever she wanted – and that feeling was exhilarating. She glanced down at her crotch, noticing that she had birthed another kitten during her toilet break. The thought of her toilet slave having watched every intimate moment of it sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Life as her toilet slave was far from perfect, but it was certainly one filled with power, control, and unbridled passion.
