Yamato felt extremely privileged to be the day’s human toilet. The mistress instructed him to fast and receive everything he was given directly into his mouth. As the dominant mistress pulled down her underwear and squatted over Yamato, he could already detect the pungent aroma of feces emanating from her dilated anus. She had likely been withholding her bowel movement for several days. She began to push, releasing foul-smelling flatulence that wafted over Yamato’s face repeatedly. Yamato savored the scent and knew that he was about to receive a substantial load. The smell was putrid yet intoxicating, a mix of internal organs and aged seafood. Yamato stuck out his tongue, ensuring that the tip of the mistress’s feces would reach his throat. The warm excrement began to flow out, dark black and reeking of strong, powerful odors. The mistress must have consumed something that disagreed with her, as the smell was akin to diarrhea mixed with decay. The tip of the feces generously filled Yamato’s mouth, disintegrating and crumbling wetly against his tongue. Yamato smeared the excess over his cheeks as a sign of respect to the mistress. The black, putrid slop slowly made its way toward his neck, as his entire mouth was now coated in the feces. Yamato struggled to swallow the slippery excrement, opening his mouth wider to clean the mistress’s fetid anus.