As Mistress Anna leaned over her toilet, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of her pathetic slave's condition. He had begged her to use him as her personal toilet, and she had obliged, knowing full well the humiliation it would bring him. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the putrid stench that was sure to hit her nostrils.
Slowly, she pulled back the seat and flushed the toilet, sending a small cascade of water swirling around the bowl. Her slave's face appeared before her, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. "You know what to do," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He nodded rapidly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously. Without warning, he stuck out his tongue and lowered his face towards the bowl. A stream of hot, putrid diarrhea shot out of him, splattering onto his tongue and dribbling down his chin. The disgusting smell wafted up towards Mistress Anna, making her wrinkle her nose in distaste.
"That's it, baby," she cooed, running her fingers through his messy hair. "Swallow every last drop." She watched with a mixture of amusement and revulsion as he gagged and choked on the foul-tasting liquid, his cheeks hollowing out as he forced it down his throat. Once he had swallowed, she pushed him away gently, wiping her hands on a nearby towel.
"Good boy," she whispered, watching as he leaned over the toilet once more, waiting for her next command. She knew she could push him further, make him do things he never thought possible. For now, she contented herself with the thought of his humiliation, the weight of her urine and feces heavy in his stomach.
With a satisfied smirk, Mistress Anna reached for her smartphone, scrolling through her social media feeds as her slave cleaned up after her. The satisfaction of reducing someone to such a pathetic state was intoxicating, and she couldn't wait to see what other degrading acts she could make him perform.
