Curious about the new toilet I had constructed for my slave, I couldn't contain my excitement as I prepared for the first trial run. The home-made contraption was meticulously designed to fit my every need, and I couldn't wait to see how my slave would fair underneath it.
I entered the room cautiously, not wanting to startle my slave. He lay there, bound and gagged, barely able to move. I walked up to him slowly, savoring the power I held over him. With a mischievous grin, I knelt down and placed him directly underneath the toilet bowl. His fearful eyes darted back and forth as he realized what was about to happen.
I steadied myself, took a deep breath, and released a torrent of filth. Turd after turd plopped into the bowl, accompanied by an unending stream of piss. The stench was overwhelming, but it only added to the thrill of the experience. My slave squirmed underneath me, his discomfort evident in every twitch and moan.
Despite his efforts to avoid the disgusting mess, he missed quite a few tasteful morsels. Determined not to waste a single ounce of my excrement, I crawled under the toilet and retrieved the turds he had missed. One by one, I shoved them into his filthy mouth, watching as his face contorted in disgust.
As I stood back up, I couldn't help but notice the state of my shoes; they were covered in a sticky mess of both shit and piss. Without a moments hesitation, I commanded my slave to lick every inch clean. It took him several minutes to do so, each slurp and smack echoing in the quiet room.
Finally satisfied with his cleaning efforts, I retreated to my throne, watching as my slave lay there, covered in a sickening mixture of our waste products. For a moment, I contemplated whether to let him clean himself or simply let him lie there until the next time I felt the urge to use the toilet. The thought of covering his face with another delicious turd sent shivers down my spine.
With a chuckle, I decided on the latter. My slave struggled against his restraints as he tried to free himself from the unholy mess that now engulfed him. I simply sat there, watching with detached amusement, content in the knowledge that he was entirely at my mercy.
