My devoted slave is privileged to serve as my human toilet. His mouth exists for the sole purpose of receiving my excrement. He must always remain at my side, ready to fulfill his duty whenever I need to relieve myself.
Today, I commanded him to lie down promptly on the floor and open his mouth wide. Without hesitation, he obeyed. Once I positioned myself above his head, I informed him that he would first receive my “champagne” – a term I use to describe my warm feces. I am aware of his fondness for it, and I know he will eagerly consume every last bit. How pitiful he is, yet I find it endlessly satisfying.
As I deposited my waste into his mouth, I noticed a morsel had fallen to the floor. A true submissive would never allow such a delicacy to go to waste, so I commanded him to eat it up as well. Once he had finished, I watched with amusement as the smell of my excrement permeated from his mouth, knowing it would linger there all day.