I have long used my slave husband as I please. He has a large hole instead of an ass, which turns into a flabby rag after a few minutes of fisting. He serves as my ashtray, urinal, and toilet bowl. His availability and immediate response to my calls bring me pleasure.
My slave, my bitch, has no ass but a deeply penetrable “vagina.” I relish the smoothness of the muscles, the warmth within, and the strained moans of pleasure as I penetrate him with my fist. During these moments, my lust awakens, and I may urinate or defecate on him, whether directly on his penis or in his mouth.
“Come here, faggot,” I beckon. “Lick my pussy and ass; I seek pleasure. Lick me well, and soon I will want to defecate. Open your mouth wide to receive my excrement. Good; stay there, filled with shit. You are my toilet bowl and ashtray, Parasha.”