As Mystress T, I felt an intense urge to relieve myself after having held it in for two full days. I decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to exploit my Toilet Slave once again. I summoned him to my lavish chamber and had him kneel before me, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation.
"Good boy," I cooed, "you're about to experience the height of my pleasure. Open wide."
As he complied, his mouth gaping like a fish out of water, I straddled the toilet and released a powerful stream of urine onto his face. It cascaded down his cheeks, nose, and chin, leaving him shivering in excitement.
"That's it, slave," I hissed, "drink up every last drop. You're about to taste something far more delicious."
I reached into my private stockpile of rich, black fecal matter and extracted a bulbous turd, glistening with moisture. Holding it steady above his open mouth, I commanded him to prepare himself for the ultimate act of degradation. He hesitated for a moment before slowly opening his mouth wider, his tongue darting out in anticipation.
With a sickening splat, I shoved the turd deep into his mouth, filling it to the brim. His eyes rolled back in his head as he choked on the putrid mass, struggling to keep it down. I watched with twisted delight as his face contorted into a mask of disgust and submission.
"Swallow every last bite, slave," I growled, slapping his helpless body with a leather strap, "or I'll make you eat it until you vomit."
As he gagged and retched, trying to expel the unholy substance, I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "You know you love this, don't you? You've been trained well, my little toilet turd."
When he finally managed to swallow the fecal load, I instructed him to open his mouth once again. With a cruel smile, I took one of my smaller pieces of shit and rubbed it against his chin and cheeks, coating his skin in the thick, gloopy filth. He trembled with a mix of fear and arousal as I finished smearing my excrement all over his face.
"Now clean it up," I ordered, pointing to a puddle of urine on the floor.
Without hesitation, the Toilet Slave lowered his head and began to lap up the pungent liquid. His eagerness for my perverse pleasure only fueled my sadistic desire. I watched as he crawled towards me on all fours, his filthy body shivering with need.
"That's a good boy," I purred, stroking his hair gently. "Now let's see if you've learned your lesson well."
