As I tried to avert my gaze, my toilet slave Kat had already lowered her pants, taking a seat near the bushes. When I inquired as to her actions, she responded so boldly: “I’m relieving myself, what of it?” Ah, so! Now, I’ll assist you. I crouched over her, relieving myself right on top of her. Had it not been for my jacket, she would have been drenched in urine. But that’s not all. I exerted myself, releasing a small amount of feces. Stay still, here you go. I smeared her fresh, white jacket, her jeans, and of course, her face with feces. Now, she is adorned with brown streaks of waste. Off you go, head home, covered in filth. Walk with your head held high, allowing everyone to see your soiled face.