As the night wore on, Rosella found herself in need of relieving her bowels once more. She had given her new slave a challenge; could he handle being her living toilet for an entire week without requiring any breaks? Thus far, he had endured every mess she'd given him, swallowing it all with ease and begging for more. It was clear that this man was truly devoted to her, willing to push his boundaries to please her.
Rosella wondered how much more he could take as she climbed onto the toilet seat, her thighs pressed tightly together in preparation. She knew what she wanted to do but also feared the consequences. She took a deep breath and released, feeling the warmth of her feces coat the underside of the slave's mouth as he eagerly waited below her. The scent filled the air as she let out a long sigh of satisfaction. She watched as he began to chew, his eyes closed in blissful ecstasy. Every thrust of his tongue against her shit was like a caress on her most private areas.
The more he chewed, the harder she pushed, relieving herself of every last drop of her divine waste. As she emptied herself, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal watching him swallow it all down without hesitation. It was incredible to have such a devoted servant at her beck and call. When she was finally done, she stepped off the toilet, leaving him there empty but yearning for more.
For the rest of the evening, Rosella continued to use him as her personal toilet. She ordered him to eat every last piece of food she didn't finish, ensuring he got a taste of all her leftovers. By the end of the night, he was covered in her filth, smelling of her essence, yet he remained on his knees, gazing up at her with adoration. It was intoxicating.
The next morning, she woke up feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. She stood before him in all her glory, her full breasts barely contained by her lingerie. He immediately knelt down in front of her, reaching out with trembling hands to touch the remnants of her shit stained panties from the night before. She laughed, pushing him away gently. "No, no," she purred, "that's for later. Now, go get me breakfast."
As he scurried off to the kitchen to prepare her meal, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power surging through her body. She was in control of this man, of his mind, his body, and most importantly, his mouth. She watched as he returned with a tray laden with fresh fruit, croissants, and her favorite coffee. She ate slowly, savoring every bite while he watched, waiting for his next command.
After breakfast, she decided to push him even further. She called him over to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet, patting the seat beside her. "Come here, my dear," she beckoned. "It's been a while since you've tasted me." He hesitated for a moment before slowly crawling to her side, his eyes fixed on the toilet seat.
Once he was in position, she placed one of his hands on her leg, guiding it up between her thighs. "Touch me," she whispered into his ear. His fingers trembled against her wetness as he slowly explored her folds. It was obvious that he wanted to make her cum, but he also knew that she wanted him to eat. So, he pressed his tongue against her entrance and began to lick, savoring the taste of himself mixed with her musky scent.
Rosella moaned softly, throwing her head back in pleasure. She knew she had him entirely under her spell; he would do anything she asked of him. And she intended to take full advantage of that fact.
