(Censorship only in the preview)I am sitting comfortably on my Chesterfield sofa, wearing only a silk dressing gown that occasionally reveals my breasts. My bare feet rest on a slave that I totally ignore. At least until I start feeling movements in my belly…. Oh yes, I have to shit and the urge is getting stronger and stronger! It means that this human footstool will also be my toilet. Just as well, lets move things around a bit…I arrange the sleeper so as not to dirty the sofa and take off my panties. I make him kiss my feet, which he knows well, including their scent. But my intimate perfume, when I make him smell my red thong, is a novelty.I cant resist any longer, I have to defecate.I find a comfortable position so that my anus is at his mouth and I start to expel. Out comes all the shit that from above falls partly into his mouth, partly on his cheek and on the ground. This slave is reduced to a latrine. I wipe my ass and order him to eat. He obeys, chewing and swallowing. I pick up what has come out, including a nice turd, and feed him, even putting a foot on his throat to make him understand that he had better swallow it all if he doesnt want to smother. He complies, even licking my shit-stained fingers. Time to flood him with a stream of urine straight into his mouth and face. Having freed my bladder, more shit comes out, which the slave tastes and swallows.He looks like shit, but at least he satisfied my needs, the more visceral, the more primitive ones. I turn away from the stench, verbally humiliating him….
