Every toilet slave must remain ever-ready, for they can be utilized at any given moment. The thrill of waiting for the beautiful woman you serve, who regards you as nothing more than a lavatory, is indescribable. The suspense builds as minutes stretch into hours! I was overjoyed to receive her message, as I have a particular fondness for diarrhea, and it had been quite some time since I last saw Christina – her usual, captivating, elusive self.
Upon her arrival, she announced, “I don’t have much time, I’ve only taken an hour off, so let’s get this over with quickly.” She confessed that she hadn’t been able to defecate for the past two days, despite indulging in hamburgers and other rich, delicious foods, as well as consuming tasty beverages. Her stomach was now in knots. Splendid, I thought, what a delightful feast I am about to partake in!
I positioned myself beneath Christina, demonstrating my reverence for my mistress by licking her legs and anus for several minutes. She then took a seat upon my awaiting lips, granting me the privilege of continuing to lick her legs as she rested. At long last, she grew weary and directed her magical orifice towards my mouth. As soon as I opened wide, Christina unleashed a joyful torrent of her smelly, bitter, tangy, and warm liquid feces into my mouth. I skillfully distributed the excrement throughout my mouth, ensuring every corner was filled, only to have Christina add even more by sitting on my face.
Her soft feces pressed against my mouth and nose, and the mistress settled her full weight upon me. The mistress rested comfortably while my nose and mouth filled with her excrement. What made her feces unique was a sizable chunk of solid waste that I couldn’t chew and had to swallow whole – perhaps she had consumed it in the same state.