This morning, like every morning, I take my usual relaxing ritual. Hot coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, phone in front of me while I sit comfortably on the toilet. Today, the toilet has a human shape. One of my personal human toilets was lucky enough to be chosen.I sit directly on his face, remove my shoes, and rest my feet on his chest. Massage them, I order while sipping my coffee. His mouth stays wide open the entire time, ready to serve. Every few seconds I flick the ash from my cigarette straight into his throat, using him as my living ashtray.I already know whats coming. This morning its soft, almost pure diarrhea. I dont care. Actually, it amuses me. This pathetic slave doesnt even deserve a proper, solid shit. He only deserves my warm, loose diarrhea. I relax, push, and let it all flow out, filling his mouth and spilling over his face.When Im finished, I stand up and look down at him.Swallow it. All of it.He hesitates, grimacing. So I shove my dirty foot deep into his mouth, pushing the shit further down his throat. He has no choice. As he struggles to obey, he almost looks pitiful. I decide to reward him anyway.I sit beside him, take his hard cock between my shit-covered feet, and give him a slow, filthy footjob. I stroke him using the same mess I just unloaded on his face, watching him twitch with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.When he finally cums, I smear my dirty foot across his cheek.Tomorrow you come back. If youre lucky, maybe youll get a firmer load assuming you earn it.
