The night had been filled with laughter, music, and endless amounts of alcohol. As the party came to an end and the wee hours of the morning approached, Rosella found herself in need of relieving a rather uncomfortable burden. She excused herself from the remaining group of chatty partygoers and made her way towards the bathroom.
The moment she sat down on the toilet seat, her bowels let loose a massive amount of stinking, steaming feces. It was as if all the alcohol she had consumed was literally purged from her system. The stench was overpowering, even to her drunken senses.
As she watched in wonder, the mass of shit slowly began to lessen until it was finally flushed away. She realized that she had forgotten something very important – her toilet slave. This poor wretch had been entrusted with the task of sleeping under her toilet seat every night, ready to clean up any messes she might make.
Feeling a twinge of guilt but mostly amused by the idea, Rosella decided to give her slave a treat. Grinning wickedly, she grabbed a handful of her freshly made feces and molded it into a soft, yet stinky, pile. With a devilish grin on her face, she knocked on the door beneath her feet.
The slave, groggy from its sleep but still obedient, immediately responded. "Yes, Mistress?" it asked in a quavering voice.
"Wake up sleeping beauty," she said with a laugh. "I've got a present for you."
As the slave opened the door, Rosella reached down and shoved the pile of shit right into its surprised mouth. It tried to struggle, but she pushed it down until it was forced to swallow. "Enjoy your breakfast, slave," she said before heading back to bed.
In the dim light of the bedroom, Rosella could hear the sounds of retching coming from under the toilet. She couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she nestled under the warm covers. After all, she thought with a contented sigh, there was nothing quite like waking up to the sounds of her toilet slave being forced to eat her shit.
