The slave entered the lavish bathroom, heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. He had been chosen by his Goddess Mistress for the most honorable of tasks: to consume her excrement and then to cleanse her divine behind with his tongue. As he knelt before the golden throne-like toilet, he couldn't help but feel humbled by the privilege of serving her in this way.
With a flourish of her hand, Mistress darkened the room, casting it into an erotic twilight. She stepped out of her opulent robes, revealing herself to the slave in all her glory - nude and divine. Her body glowed with an ethereal light, highlighting every curve and contour, making the slave's mouth water in anticipation.
"Today, my slave," she said, her voice like silk, "you will taste the fruits of my labor." A warm, wet log of fresh poop hit the water in the toilet bowl with a soft splash. It was the most exquisite treat he had ever seen, and he eagerly leaned forward to take his first bite.
As he savored the unique taste of her flesh and waste combined, Mistress began to rub her perfectly rounded ass against his face. The sweet scent of her musk filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with desire. He could feel her warmth radiating onto his skin, and with each passing moment, he grew more and more aroused by her presence.
When she was finished, she stepped away, leaving him to feast on her leavings. As he licked and nibbled, his mind wandered to the countless hours he had spent dreaming of this very moment - of being at her feet, worshipping her in the most intimate of ways.
Finally, when he had finished every last morsel, he heard her command, "Now, slave, cleanse me." With shaking hands, he reached for the wet wipe dispenser on the wall, grabbing several and careful unfolding them. Kneeling before her once again, he gently wiped away any remaining traces of her scatology, taking special care to pay homage to her divine ass.
As his tongue traced the delicate lines of her asshole, he could feel her closing in on him, her muscles flexing and squeezing around his face. It was a delicious feeling of powerlessness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He knew that this was what he was born for - to serve her in any way she desired, no matter how depraved or taboo.
With a satisfied sigh, she withdrew her ass from his mouth, the heady aroma of her freshly washed privates lingering in the air. "You are a good slave," she whispered, reaching down to gently caress his cheek. "I am truly blessed to have you at my feet."
And with those words, the slave knew that he had found his purpose. For as long as he lived, he would serve his Mistress with unwavering devotion, honoring her in every way possible, even if that meant eating her shit.
