The warm afternoon sun spilt into my room, casting a golden glow over everything. I couldn't concentrate on my studies, my mind fixated on something else entirely. I felt the need to relieve myself desperately. The urge was almost overwhelming, but I tried to shake it off and get back to work. However, my stomach couldn't take it anymore, and I decided to give in and go to the bathroom.
As I walked towards the toilet, my thoughts were consumed by the task at hand. My bowels were churning, and I could feel the weight of what I had to do. When I finally sat down on the cold porcelain seat, I let out a sigh of relief. It was then that I remembered the human toilet was waiting for me.
I had seen the ad on the internet about how someone could pay to have their feces eaten by a stranger. At first, I thought it was disgusting, but then I realized it could be quite lucrative. So, I signed up and waited for my first client. And now, here he was, kneeling in front of me, his eager mouth open, ready to receive whatever I had to give.
I leaned back, spreading my legs wide, allowing my bulging bowels to press against the cool walls of the toilet. It was both uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time. I pushed out the first clump of shit, watching in amazement as it fell straight into his waiting mouth. He chewed on it fiercely, his eyes closed in pleasure or disgust, it was hard to tell which.
I continued to push out more clumps of my disgusting load, watching as he expertly caught each one with his mouth. There was something strangely arousing about seeing someone enjoy my filth so much. It was like a twisted form of control or power. I couldn't help but feel a flush of excitement running through my body as I emptied my bowels into his waiting mouth.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was done. I sat back, panting slightly, feeling a mix of relief and satisfaction wash over me. The human toilet stood up, his face beet red from exertion, and bowed before me. "Thank you, mistress," he said, his voice quivering with emotion. "That was truly a feast for the senses."
I couldn't help but nod in agreement. It may have been disgusting, but there was something undeniably thrilling about having complete control over another person's body and emotions. As I stood up, I realized that the world of scatology was much more complex than I had initially thought. And I was determined to explore every inch of it.
I turned to leave the room, already thinking about my next client and what other depraved acts they might ask me to perform. The human toilet followed me out, his gaze fixed on my ass as I walked away. I couldn't help but grin to myself as I closed the door behind me.
