Lady M, also known as the personal full toilet slut, was in a hurry. She called her servant, whom she had trained to be her personal shit eater, into her bathroom. She was in need of relieving herself and didn't want to waste any time about it.
"Hurry up," she ordered him, "I'm about to drop a huge turd and I need you to clean it up."
Without hesitation, the servant knelt down in front of the toilet bowl, his face pressed against the cold porcelain, prepared for what was coming next. Expectingly, Lady M sat down on the toilet seat and released a massive turd into the bowl. It was big enough to make even the most experienced shit eaters wince.
"Eat it!" commanded his mistress.
Without protest, the servant opened his mouth wide and leaned down towards the toilet bowl. He could smell the foul stench of his mistress's shit and felt his stomach churning at the thought of what he was about to consume. But he knew better than to disobey her orders.
Stretching out his tongue as far as it could go, he reached into the toilet bowl and began scooping up the steaming pile of shit with his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the bitter taste of his mistress's excrement as it mixed with saliva in his mouth.
Meanwhile, Lady M watched with satisfaction as her servant obeyed her every command without hesitation. She knew she had trained him well, turning him into nothing more than a pathetic shit-eating toilet slave.
As he continued to eat her shit, she couldn't help but notice how much she enjoyed watching him degrade himself like this. It gave her an immense sense of power and control over him.
She pulled on a pair of gloves and approached him from behind. Gently, she began feeding him smaller pieces of her shit, one at a time, guiding his head towards the toilet bowl whenever he needed more.
His task seemed never-ending, but he knew better than to complain. He continued to eat and clean the toilet bowl, his face covered in spittle and sticky shit residue.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lady M was satisfied with his work. She pulled off her gloves and looked down at him with contempt.
"You are such a pathetic piece of shit," she said, her voice laced with disgust. "But then again, that's exactly what you are – my personal shit slave."
With that, she dismissed him, leaving him there kneeling in the filth, his face covered in his own mistress's excrement. He could only nod silently, unable or unwilling to voice his agreement with her words.
