Following a trip to Lake Baikal, I made a life-changing decision: my husband would henceforth serve as my personal toilet. At first, he resisted, but his resolve quickly faded, and now he obediently accepts my waste daily. My excrement is the first thing he consumes each morning—his new, unconventional breakfast.
My husband’s anus has been stretched to incredible widths, transformed into a receptacle for fisting and accommodating large strap-ons. I derive immense pleasure from penetrating him anally, an act that has become a cherished part of our daily routine.