As I awoke in the morning, I glanced down at my toilet slave who lay unconscious on the floor. A small smile curled on my lips as I watched him breathe peacefully. It was still early, and I decided to rouse him from his slumber.
I knelt down beside him and lightly nudged his shoulder. It took a moment for him to stir, but when he eventually opened his eyes, they were filled with fear and submission.
"Good morning, my pet," I whispered, my voice almost soothing. "Are you ready for your breakfast?"
He nodded slowly, his gaze darting between me and the floor. I chuckled softly, amused by his submissive demeanor.
"Excellent," I purred. Standing up, I walked towards the kitchen, leaving him on the floor. A few minutes later, I returned with a large bowl filled with warm porridge and another filled with water.
"Slave," I commanded, "prepare yourself to be fed by your mistress."
He quickly got onto all fours, his eyes never leaving the bowls in my hands. As he waited, I took my time setting down the bowls nearby.
First, I placed the bowl of porridge in front of him and took a spoonful, letting it drip onto his open mouth. He eagerly swallowed every drop, his tongue flicking out to catch any that slipped past his lips.
Next, I positioned the bowl of water next to him and dropped a pair of dirty, used panties into it. His head whipped around as he saw what I had done, but he didn't protest.
"Drink up," I commanded, and as he hesitantly lowered his face into the water, I watched with grim satisfaction as he lapped up the dirty fluid like a dog.
When he finished, I emptied the contents of the water bowl onto the floor, forcing him to lick it all up. I then took another used panty from my pocket and tossed it onto his back.
"Clean that for me, slave," I said, walking away to fetch something else.
By the time I returned, he had scrubbed the panty clean and hung it back on my towel rack. I nodded in approval before motioning for him to lie on the floor once more.
"Open your mouth," I commanded, and he complied without hesitation. I spat directly into his mouth, filling it with a thick, saliva-soaked wad of mucus.
"Swallow," I ordered, and he gagged slightly as he forced it down. It was then that I reached into my pocket and produced a small vial filled with a murky, yellow liquid.
"This was my morning piss," I explained, unscrewing the cap and holding it above his open mouth. "Now drink."
He whimpered softly as he took the vial from me and tilted his head back, swallowing the contents in one gulp. When he finished, I slapped him across the face to make him look up at me.
"Do you like what you've just tasted?" I asked, a wicked glint in my eye.
He shook his head slowly, his voice little more than a whisper. "No, my mistress."
"Good," I purred, grabbing his face between my hands. "Because that was just my morning piss. Now, let's see how you handle my shit."
With that, I walked away from him and towards the toilet, where I had been sitting earlier. As I sat down, I reached back and felt myself begin to release a massive turd. I groaned in satisfaction as it slid out of me, coating the inside of the toilet bowl with a thick layer of shit.
When I was done, I stood up, took a deep breath, and turned around to face my toilet slave. He had managed to scrub himself clean while I was gone, but he still looked trembling with anticipation.
I walked over to him and kneeled down in front of his face, cupping my hands around his eyes so that he could only see what was in them.
"Smell," I commanded, and he leaned forward, his nose pressing against my palms. A moment later, he gagged as the overpowering stench of my shit assaulted his senses.
"That's what you're going to eat," I said, standing up and straddling his chest. "Now, open wide."
He did as he was told, his mouth hanging open in anticipation. I leaned down and pressed my anus against his tongue, groaning as he began to lick away at the mess caked around it.
As he licked, I plunged my hand into the toilet bowl and began squeezing out the turd, forming it into a large, mushy ball. When I had enough, I pulled my hand out of the toilet and placed the gooey mass into his waiting mouth.
He gagged again as he tried to swallow the enormous piece of shit, tears streaming down his face. I laughed triumphantly, watching as he finally managed to force it down. I continued feeding him like this until the entire turd had been consumed.
Only then did I release him, allowing him to collapse onto the floor in a heap of exhaustion and humiliation. I watched as he struggled to catch his breath, the satisfaction of knowing that I had completely dominated him washing over me in waves.
As I walked away from him, I couldn't help but wonder what new twisted form of pleasure I could inflict on him next.
