Slowly, I lowered my ass to the seat. The tension of this moment had been building in my slave’s mind for weeks. The act of taking his Mistress’s shit was, to him, the ultimate privilege and test of his devotion. As I took my place, the light shone upon me, illuminating the magnificent sight of my ass above him. I savored the moment, allowing him to bask in its glory.
Sometimes, I position myself with the slave’s feet behind me, but today they were placed in front of me. I leaned forward and grabbed his balls and penis, squeezing firmly with both hands. I then commanded him to lick my ass. I could feel the movement below me as he quickly and eagerly obeyed, cleaning my ass and swallowing the remnants of my fecal matter.
I relaxed my sphincter, giving my slave a preview of his next meal. I allowed a small piece of solid stool to be expelled, then pinched it off. I waited for a moment before repeating the process, expelling another morsel and pinching it off once more. Finally, I released the entire turd, feeling it slowly leave my body until there was nothing left.
He is a toilet, and this is his purpose – perhaps even yours as well.