Mistress Gaia had been trying to give her slave one more chance to redeem himself as a shoe-sole licker. She made him lie under her chair with a pillow for his head, hoping he could do better this time. However, it was all in vain. The slave was just too useless even for the simplest of tasks. All he could be good for was one thing—being her toilet slave.
It took some effort even for the slave to get into the right position to be used as a toilet. His mouth kept closing, and it seemed like he would fail even at this most basic of tasks. Mistress Gaia knew she had no choice but to help him out. She attached a mouth spreader to keep his mouth wide open while she prepared to use him as her personal toilet.
First, Mistress Gaia finally relieved herself, releasing a long, satisfying turd right into the slave's waiting mouth. Then, she wiped her asshole clean and used his mouth as a dumping ground for the toilet paper. It was clear that this slave had indeed found his one and only purpose in life—to serve as her personal waste disposal system.
But even then, Mistress Gaia wasn't done with him. She had to shit again, and there was only one place she planned on doing it. She knelt down next to the slave, her hands gripping the edges of the chair for support as she prepared herself to take another massive dump. And just as she'd expected—the slave's mouth remained wide open, ready and waiting to receive whatever she had to give him next.
Without delay, Mistress Gaia unleashed another torrent of shit into the slave's open mouth. This time, he struggled more than before, but it was no use—he was helpless against his mistress's relentless assault on his senses and dignity. The smell of excrement filled the air as Mistress Gaia used the slave's body to dispose of her waste, reducing him to little more than a living toilet bowl.
As she finished with him this time around, Mistress Gaia stood up with a satisfied smile on her face. She knew that no matter what she did to this pathetic excuse for a slave, he would always find a way to serve her purposes; that all he could hope for was to remain at her mercy, ever ready to clean up after her and do her bidding. It was a sad reflection of his useless life, but it was his own fault for falling into her clutches in the first place.
