As I sat on the throne of the human toilet, my legs splayed open and the warmth of the sun beating down on my bare skin, I continued to let loose a stream of steaming, pungent shit into its gaping bowl. The scent of my excrement wafted up into the air, filling the room with its pungent stench. The man kneeling before me, his face buried deep between my spread legs, inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the scent of my turd mountain.
"Mmmm, you like that, don't you?" I purred down at him, my voice dripping with pleasure at his rapturous reaction to my toilet slavery act. He nodded eagerly, not daring to take his eyes off the golden stream of feces flowing steadily into his master's toilet bowl. A wide grin spread across his face, and his tongue darted out to lick at the beads of sweat trickling down my inner thighs.
I groaned in delight as he began to slowly lap up the sweet nectar of my shit, his tongue darting in and out to catch every last drop. It felt good to know that someone found such perverse pleasure in what I was doing. I pushed myself deeper onto his face, feeling my warmth envelop him as he made contact with my tight anus. His breath hitched in his throat, and his hands gripped my thighs tightly as he lapped harder at my dripping hole, eager to taste every last drop of my shit.
His tongue probed deeper into my ass, seeking out the divine taste of my feces. He lapped up the moisture greedily, his tongue darting about as he traced circles around my rim. I realized he was trying to coax more shit from my anus, and with a surprising display of manners, I pushed back against him, allowing him access to my tight rosebud.
"Mmmm, more," he moaned around my tight asshole, "give me more."
Reluctantly, I relented and began to push harder. Soon enough, his face was covered in a fresh layer of my feces, his jaw slack and eyes rolling back into his head with ecstasy at the taste. I felt powerful; this was my toilet, and he was nothing more than my slave.
Shifting my weight off the toilet bowl, I turned my attention to the eager man kneeling before me. I looped a cord around his neck and pulled him up by it, forcing him to stand on shaky legs before me. His face was smeared with dried and fresh shit, making him look like some sort of demented porn star. I ran my hands through his hair, leaving trails of my filth behind as he leaned into my touch.
"You are such a good toilet slave," I whispered into his ear, nibbling lightly on his earlobe. "Now show me how much you appreciate your filthy mistress."
With that, I pushed him back onto all fours and climbed onto his back. His body trembled under my weight as I positioned myself strategically over his face.
"Let's make a mess," I chuckled darkly, and it wasn't long before I was rubbing my ass tauntingly against his face, coating him in a fresh layer of my disgusting excrement. The taste of it only seemed to fuel his arousal, and he moaned loudly as he buried his face deeper between my legs. His tongue flicked out to taste the smear of shit on my wet folds and licked it up greedily.
I leaned forward, grabbing onto his ears and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at me. Our eyes locked for a moment before I released him, allowing him to slurp up more of my scat. A twisted sense of satisfaction filled me as I watched him lick and suckle on my asshole like it was the most erotic part of my body.
"You love this, don't you?" I asked again, half-doubting the truth in my own words. He nodded fervently, never taking his eyes off my gaping asshole.
"Yes, mistress. I love being your human toilet and your personal shit-eating slave."
His words sent a thrill racing through me, and with renewed vigor, I started to move against his face again, rubbing and grinding until my whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat and my insides ached with the need to empty myself of every last drop of feces. As the final turd slid out of me and plopped into the toilet bowl, I sat back on his back, spent and satisfied.
A slow grin spread across my face as I surveyed my handiwork, the room was filled with the heady scent of shit and sex. The toilet bowl overflowed with my waste, and the man beneath me was a grotesque mirror image of me, covered head-to-toe in a sticky layer of feces. For once, I felt truly alive, truly sexual. I leaned down and gently kissed him on the forehead, leaving a smear of shit on his skin as a mark of our twisted bond.
"Good boy," I purred, climbing off of him with a satisfied smile on my face. "Now clean yourself up and make sure that toilet is spotless for me next time."
