The mistress pulled at the slave’s chain, rousing him from his sleep and dragging him out of his cell. Squatting down with confidence, she knew she had a hefty serving of waste ready for the slave. Despite her anus feeling dry and a little stiff, it soon opened up, and the crushed tip of the excrement slipped out effortlessly, filling a large glass bowl with the day’s waste. The slave wrinkled his nose at the powerful stench, but it wasn’t long before the whole room was filled with the smell of the mistress’ bowels. The repugnant odors wafted up from the bowl, and the manlet licked his lips in anticipation of his largest meal yet. He buried his face into the bowl, feeling the glorious mush of waste on his face, in his mouth, and across his teeth.