I had always been fascinated by my friend's extravagant lifestyle. From the moment I stepped into his expansive estate, I was awed by the grandeur and luxury that surrounded me. His house was a beacon of opulence, with each room adorned with the finest furnishings and artwork money could buy. However, it wasn't until the dinner party that I got a glimpse of a side of his life I never could have imagined.
The meal was exquisite; a five-course extravaganza that showcased our host's considerable culinary skills. As we sat around the table, laughing and enjoying ourselves, I found myself growing more and more uncomfortable. It wasn't just the copious amounts of wine or the indulgent flavors that were making me squirm in my seat. Indeed, it was something far more primal. After the fourth round of appetizers, I felt an insatiable urge to relieve myself.
But the bathrooms at my friend's house were always spotless, almost sterile. No one ever used them except for special occasions. To me, using a pristine toilet bowl felt like sacrilege—a violation of my twisted ideals. So, like always, my thoughts drifted towards my personal toilet slave.
I excused myself from the table, making my way through the labyrinthine halls of the mansion until I reached my private chambers. There he was, kneeling by the grimy toilet bowl, head bowed in submission. His eyes met mine briefly before he resumed his task, licking away at the dirt and grime that had collected around the rim of the bowl. It was disgusting, degrading work, but he performed it without complaint.
With a nod of satisfaction, I stripped down to my underwear and positioned myself above his bowed head. He knew what was coming next; he always knew. As he pressed his tongue against my perfect ass, I felt myself relax into the familiar sensation of release. With a firm sphincter, I unleashed a torrent of foul-smelling gas directly onto his eager tongue. He winced but didn't flinch, his eyes watering as he tried to process the potent stench that assaulted his senses.
It didn't last long; soon enough, the intensity subsided, leaving behind only a faint lingering aroma. I signaled for him to stand up and opened my mouth wide, revealing my engorged, pulsating anus. His tongue darted out tentatively, hesitant but willing to cleanse itself of the foul taste left behind. It was a slow process, but eventually, he managed to lick away every trace of what remained of my unwanted emission.
That still left me with one final task—the actual defecation. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto the toilet seat, feeling the soft plush beneath my bare skin. I sighed contentedly as I emptied my bowels onto the toilet bowl, watching as it hit the water with a loud splash. For a brief moment, I considered using the toilet paper to wipe myself clean, but then I remembered—that was for inferior beings. My toilet slave would handle it instead.
Swiftly, I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face close to mine. With a firm grip on his jaw, I forced his mouth open and placed a freshly minted turd in his awaiting maw. He gagged, coughed, and tried to spit it out, but I wouldn't allow it. I made him chew and swallow it whole, watching as his face contorted in disgust before relenting under my gaze.
One by one, I dropped the rest of the turds into his mouth until he could fit no more. His cheeks bulged unnaturally as he struggled to swallow one last time. Satisfied, I scooped the remaining turds off the seat and onto the floor, watching as his tongue licked them clean with feverish desperation. And when they were all gone, he returned to his original position beside the bowl, waiting for his next task.
As I flushed the toilet, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. It wasn't just the act of defecating on someone that thrilled me; it was the power trip, the control I had over another being. My toilet slave was merely an extension of that power—a tool at my disposal for the filthiest of tasks. It was a secret indulgence, one that I kept hidden from the rest of the world, but one that brought me immense pleasure nonetheless.
And so, with a content heart, I washed my hands and returned to my friends, smiling and laughing like nothing unusual had just transpired. But inside, I was glowing with satisfaction, knowing that my perverse desires had been sated once again.
