Mistress Gaia had a new game for her toilet slave, and it involved her shit. She knew he loved tasting and worshipping her ass, and now it was time to see just how far he was willing to go for her. She sat on the toilet seat, her large, round ass firm against the cold porcelain, and released a long, low moan as she felt the pressure of her bowels. It was clear she had a heavy load, and her slave would be in for quite the treat.
"Hi toilet-slave," she said, smirking at him through the mirror. "I really need to shit, I can't hold it anymore. But I don't want to shit in the toilet, or on the ground, or even in a plate. I want to shit in your mouth!" She chuckled wickedly, knowing how much this would excite him. "And you must eat it all, every last bit of it. Then, you must clean everything."
Her slave couldn't believe his luck. He practically drooled at the thought of having his mistress's shit in his mouth. He nodded eagerly, his hands trembling with anticipation. "I'm ready, Mistress. I'll do whatever you want."
With that, Mistress Gaia released a fart into the air, causing her cheeks to puff up before she leaned forward and slowly, carefully, released a hot, steaming load of shit onto the bathroom counter. It was a huge pile of shit, bigger than any she had ever given him before. She watched with amusement as he stared at it, his face turning a sickly shade of green, but still he didn't move.
"Well, don't just stand there," she chided him. "Get to work!"
Slowly, carefully, he knelt down in front of the pile of shit. He leaned in close, taking a deep breath of the sweet, earthy scent that wafted off of it. His tongue darted out, tentatively tasting it. It was salty and musky, with just a hint of strawberry from her recent diet. He moaned in pleasure as he began to eat, shoveling the soft, warm shit into his mouth. He could feel his stomach churning, but he forced himself onward. This was his mistress's command, and he would obey.
As he ate, he couldn't help but admire the smooth, creamy texture of her shit. It slid down his throat like silk, coating his insides with her unique taste. He groaned in ecstasy, feeling her power course through him. When he finished, he looked up at her, his eyes pleading for more. She grinned wickedly.
"Not so fast," she teased. "You also have to clean up the mess I made." She gestured to the wall behind her, where a giant splat of diarrhea had landed. He gagged slightly at the thought of what he was about to do, but he knew better than to protest. With shaking hands, he picked up the soft, warm turd and began licking it clean. It tasted different from the pile on the counter, more bitter and foul. But he didn't care. All that mattered was pleasing his mistress.
When he was done, Mistress Gaia smiled, her perfect teeth gleaming in the mirror. "Well done, slave," she said softly. "Now, come here and worship my ass. You know what comes next."
He crawled over to her, knowing what was coming. She reached back and spread her cheeks, revealing her tight, puckered asshole. He leaned in, his nose tickled by the cool breeze from her ass. He took a deep breath, inhaling her unique scent. Then, slowly, he pressed his tongue against her tight ring of muscle. She hissed in pleasure as he pushed past, his tongue pushed deeper into her tight bowels. She moaned as he cleaned her out, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, she cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure. "That's enough," she gasped, pulling her cheeks together. "You may go now."
Relieved, he crawled away, his mouth full of the memory of his mistress's shit. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next.
