As the night fell, Mistress Valerie's human toilet slave's hunger had intensified. He had eagerly waited for her summons, his stomach growling in anticipation. He longed for her to feed him after such a long wait.
Upon entering the dungeon, he saw that Mistress Valerie had not yet begun her meal. She looked up from her phone and eyed him hungrily. "Well, well, aren't you eager?" she purred. The slave dropped to his knees and bowed his head in submission, unable to hide his desire.
Mistress Valerie smiled wickedly and stood up, approaching him slowly. She ran her fingers through his messy hair and smeared some of her saliva onto his lips. "Since I haven't eaten yet," she whispered into his ear, "why don't I just... spit food onto the floor for you?" Her hot breath tickled his ear as she pulled away, leaving him to ponder her twisted idea.
Nervously, the slave nodded his head, unable to form words. Mistress Valerie chuckled darkly and approached her dinner plate. She took a bite of her food and then, without warning, spat a large glob of it onto the floor. The slave's eyes grew wide with anticipation as he watched her repeat this process.
After she had finished her meal, Mistress Valerie motioned for the slave to come closer. He scrambled to his feet and knelt before her, eyes fixed on the floor. She ran her fingers through his hair again, this time gathering some of the remaining drool from her meal. She smeared it across his lips, almost forcing him to taste it.
The slave suddenly realized that he was about to eat her leftovers, and he didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, opening his mouth wide and devouring everything on the floor. Mistress Valerie watched him hungrily, her cold eyes observing his desperation.
Once the slave had finished, Mistress Valerie grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled him to his feet. She bent him over the table and forced his legs apart, revealing his ass. Then, with a sinister smile, she grabbed a dildo from a nearby drawer and thrust it hard into his waiting asshole. The slave cried out in pain as she began to piston in and out of him, his body twitching uncontrollably with each thrust.
After a few minutes, Mistress Valerie climaxed violently, filling the slave's ass with her seed. She withdrew the dildo and dropped it onto the floor, leaving the slave to writhe in agony. He didn't have much time to recover, however, as Mistress Valerie immediately grabbed him again, this time sitting him down on the cold, hard floor.
She straddled his lap, her pussy dripping with sweat and saliva. Without warning, she lowered herself onto his face, forcing her wet pussy lips onto his mouth. The slave tried to struggle, but it was no use—she was too heavy for him to move. As she rode his face, her hips grinding against his, she moaned and groaned, her pleasure evident.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. She then stood up and lifted her skirt, revealing her plump, sweaty ass. Grinning wickedly, she leaned over and defecated onto his open mouth, covering his face in a thick layer of shit. The smell was overpowering, but the slave could do nothing but endure it.
Mistress Valerie then took a fistful of the slave's hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to swallow her shit. She lifted his chin with a finger, admiring her handiwork. Then, without warning, she smeared the rest of the shit all over his body, from his hair to his toes.
The slave was covered in a thick, repulsive layer of feces, but he didn't dare move. He knew that this was his punishment—and maybe even his reward—for being such a loyal toilet slave. As Mistress Valerie walked away, leaving him to clean up the mess they had made, the slave couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of satisfaction.
This was his life now. He was nothing more than a human toilet, but he couldn't imagine wanting it any other way.
