We are in urgent need of a new toilet slave. Today’s women are extremely well-prepared! Christina and Victoria turned out to be massive heaps, leaving us without a toilet slave for this gathering. I was forced to take on the role myself, but I have been struggling with swallowing and have developed a strong fear of meeting with women. My adrenaline is at an all-time high.
During the session, I managed to eat Christina’s waste almost completely, but I started to feel unwell and had to stop before vomiting (women do not like it when a slave vomits). Christina then sat on the toilet, and I saw her sweet hole. She said, “I have held it in for a long time, and now I will feel bliss,” and a warm pile of liquid feces filled my mouth. I had forgotten to take out the shoulder blades, and we remembered only when Christina had already slapped my mouth, which was quite amusing.
Christina had eaten baked potatoes in the oven, salad with cabbage, and buckwheat beforehand.