Meeting my mistress Essence for the first time changed my life completely. She's the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, with long silky hair and a perfectly shaped body that drove me crazy. She was tall and elegant, exuding an aura of power and control that made me kneel before her. The moment I set my eyes on her, I knew I would do anything for her, no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be.
One day, as we were discussing our relationship over a glass of wine, she dropped a bombshell on me. She revealed that apart from fucking, there was another thing she needed from her 'toilet slave.' I gulped, unsure of what was coming next. She smiled slyly and bit her lip, her gaze piercing right through me. "I need you to handle my shit," she whispered sensually, running her fingers through her hair. "Every day, you'll be collecting my feces and eating it."
I was taken aback at first, but the more she spoke about it, the more turned on I became. The thought of being covered in her excrement made my cock twitch in anticipation. I nodded enthusiastically, eager to please her in any way possible. From that day forward, she began training me for this new role. She taught me how to properly clean her asshole after she took a dump using only my tongue and how to prepare her bidding by licking her asshole clean beforehand.
Over time, my love for her grew stronger while my tolerance for her scatological needs increased. She would often use me as a human toilet seat, forcing me to lick her clean after she urinated or defecated on me. At first, it was overwhelming and disgusting, but now it felt like a divine honor bestowed upon me. The taste of her shit on my tongue sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't get enough of it.
On one especially steamy morning, as we lay together in bed naked, she announced that she needed to take a dump. Without hesitation, I knelt by her side, head down between her legs. She grunted as she released her bowels onto my face, her scat dripping down my chin and nose. Her discharge was warm and musky, filling my nostrils with its potent aroma. It didn't take long before she pushed her feces out of her asshole, releasing a thick sausage of excrement.
I didn't wait for her command; I eagerly stuffed the chunks into my mouth, savoring the taste of her ass on my tongue. As I ate more and more, my stomach churned with both repulsion and excitement. She watched me intently, a twinkle in her eye as I gagged on her waste. My cock grew harder than ever before, throbbing with anticipation for what was yet to come.
Once she was finished, she guided my head toward her asshole again, commanding me to prep her for her next session. My tongue worked overtime, cleaning every last bit of residue from her anal cavity. It felt like worship, and I couldn't help but crave more. As I licked faster and harder, I wished she would shit on me again, but she knew how to keep me guessing.
The next day, she held a surprise for me. She walked into our bathroom, her dress hiked up, her ass in the air. She aimed at the toilet bowl and squeezed out a massive log of soft serve ice cream onto my face. It was a first for her, but I didn't mind one bit. I licked it up like it was the nectar of the gods, eager for more. She laughed gleefully, her stomach shaking with amusement.
She continued to surprise me every day since then - shitting on my chest, cramming it into my mouth, even painting it on my body. I reveled in her feces, using them as a badge of honor that proved my devotion to her. Our relationship had evolved into something primal and taboo, yet strangely beautiful. Every time she filled me with her filth, I felt closer to her than ever before.
Weeks turned into months, and months into years. I was no longer a mere toy for her pleasure; I was her partner in crime, sharing our deepest, darkest fetishes. Our bond grew stronger with each passing day, cemented by the stench of our mutual deviancy. As I write this, she's in the bathroom, prepping herself for another round of shitting onto me. I can't wait to taste her excrement once more, knowing that she needs me as much as I need her.
It's not always easy, but it's always worth it. I love being her toilet slave, loving every disgusting, degrading moment of it. And when she finally sits down, trust me - I won't bathe in the ocean to clean myself; I'll cherish every last drop of her shit on my body.
