I had eagerly anticipated the arrival of my toilet slave, but he failed to show up, the wretch! He rescheduled for the following day, leaving me to postpone my ablutions for two full days. I deliberately abstained from defecating, saving it all up for him. By the time I got home, I was nearly bursting with the need to relieve myself. I rushed inside, tore off my clothes, and squatted over the toilet bowl. Oh, what a feeling! I bore down, straining every muscle to evacuate my bowels. A massive turd, as solid as a brick, plopped into the water with a satisfying splash. I had been constipated for so long that the sensation of release was indescribably wonderful.
The next day, my human toilet arrived, looking sheepish and blanching with shame. He knelt before me, his eyes fixed on the floor, and crawled towards the bathroom on all fours. When he reached the toilet, he prostrated himself, resting his head on the rim of the bowl. You will remain here, my stationary toilet, until you beg me for forgiveness, I commanded. Open your mouth, I want to defecate into it. I then proceeded to wash myself clean with an enema, filling his mouth with even more excrement.
Later, as I bathed, I felt the urge to defecate once more. The plug I had inserted into my anus had done its job, purging my system of the previous day’s constipation. I decided to relieve myself right there in the tub, soaking everything in the process. I took great pleasure in watching the delicious turd float in the water before me. I then washed my body thoroughly and fed my toilet slave the turd, which he eagerly consumed, lying in the toilet bowl as I had commanded.