The desire to feed Kat her own waste consumed me, but she couldn’t defecate, as usual. My patience was wearing thin as I waited for her to produce results. Frustration crept in, and I demanded she hold out her hand. I was about to defecate in it. A soft pop echoed as I relieved myself, and I commanded her to eat it quickly. I eagerly awaited the sight of her mouth turning brown from my feces. There’s something about watching my slaves consume waste that I find incredibly fulfilling.