As the alluring and dominant Mistress stood before her submissive slave, she knew exactly what she wanted. Her body was calling out for release, and there was only one way her slave could help her find it. With a smirk on her face, she commanded him to get into position behind her.
"I need to shit," she said, her voice cold yet seductive. "And you're going to be the one to eat it all."
The slave hesitated for just a moment before nodding in obedience. He knew better than to question his Mistress when she was in this mood. As he got behind her, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with fear.
Mistress couldn't help but revel in the power she held over her slave. She slowly lowered her panties, revealing her perfect behind covered in a sheen of sweat. Without another word, she released the dam holding back her feces and started pushing out logs one after another.
The slave did as he was told, savoring every moment of his degradation. He opened his mouth wide and eagerly accepted each hot, steaming log as it was pushed towards him. The taste was not as bad as he thought it would be, and something deep inside him felt fulfilled by his role in this ritual.
However, tragedy struck when one of the larger logs missed the toilet bowl entirely and fell to the floor. Mistress's face contorted in disgust, and she let out a loud sigh of annoyance.
"You useless toilet," she growled, spitting the word out like a curse. "You're not even capable of doing your job correctly."
Despite the embarrassment he felt from failing his Goddess, the slave remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt her when she was angry. He watched as she stomped out of the room, leaving him alone with the mess he had made.
As he cleaned up the mess, the thought of punishment loomed over him. His mind was filled with images of pain and humiliation as he wondered what his Mistress had in store for him. When she finally returned, he found himself trembling in anticipation.
"You," she said, pointing her finger accusingly at him. "You're going to eat everything that you missed, even if it means filling your mouth with your own shit."
The slave nodded, feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal. He knew there was no other choice but to obey. As he knelt down and scooped up the mixture of feces and urine with his hands, a cold chill ran down his spine. This was what he had signed up for, what he deserved.
With his mouth open wide, he held out his hand with the foul concoction for his Mistress to see. She nodded in approval before pushing the mixture into his waiting mouth. It was not an easy task, but he managed to force himself to swallow every last drop.
As a final punishment, Mistress ordered him to go out on the porch and stand with his mouth open so that everyone could see what kind of a "toilet" he truly was. She closed the door behind her with a loud click, leaving him standing there alone, exposed and humiliated.
The sun began to set, bathing the porch in an orange glow. The neighborhood kids pointed and laughed as they walked past, their voices echoing with cruel taunts. It was only then that the true extent of his degradation finally began to sink in. This was his life now, serving his Mistress in any way she saw fit, even if it meant being labeled as a "shit eater" by the entire world.
