I failed to adequately prepare for this shoot, leading to substantial challenges. Once the filming started, I discovered that preserving an upright posture would be demanding, but Christina had already dispensed a massive pile of foul-smelling excrement, accompanied by potent farts, into my mouth and over my face. I found myself in a predicament, as stopping was no longer an option. I clung to the chair for dear life. Christina noticed my struggle, yet showed no concern; her sole interest lay in ensuring a swift completion of the task at hand. She meticulously managed the process to keep me on my toes and maintain a straight head in front of the camera, finding pleasure in the scene, as she observed from her elevated position while her live toilet handled the unsavory work. It is challenging to articulate my thoughts as I was compelled to hold my head as high as possible, accepting a substantial pile into my mouth, with no choice but to swallow the bitter (and frequently bitter-tasting) excrement. Christina repeatedly ordered me to open my mouth, forcing the next serving of excrement inside, never allowing the slave a moment’s respite. The toilet slave is perpetually pushed to the limit, extracting every ounce of energy – the mistress must not linger, scrutinizing and smelling her excrement. I felt like an athlete, pushing my body to its utmost limits! Today, Christina is adorned in alluring new lingerie, the underwear igniting my desires; she likely acquired it for her male companion, swiftly departing to meet him after our session, leaving me with a copious amount of her inside me. Despite feeling unwell, I rejoiced, as a part of my cherished mistress now resided within me, and my body must absorb it. Christina left me fulfilled and content, promptly summoning a taxi, sparing barely twenty minutes for my company before moving on. To her, I am merely a toilet, permitted to be in her presence solely during moments of emptying; today, I have fulfilled my purpose.