Gentaro, filled with apprehension, ensured not to betray his nerves to the Mistress. He anticipated another disciplinary session. The Mistress settled onto the toilet, exploring her abdomen before commanding Gentaro to stretch his mouth wide. She was determined not to squander a morsel of her excrement, which she had been saving since morning. Entranced by the sight of her anus, Gentaro observed it subtly open with each fart, releasing warm, foul-smelling gusts that hinted at the imminent deposit. She began to exert pressure, and the rounded tip of the stool emerged, initially attempting to split before adopting a rounder form that snugly fit Gentaro’s mouth. With his mouth held agape, Gentaro had no choice but to accept the bitter-smelling mass, unable to let even a fragment escape.