Every morning, like clockwork, my personal toilet is readySwiss-precision punctual, eager to serve as my human latrine. He worships my shit, utterly in love with it, craving it like a sacred offering. While I make him lick the filthy soles of my shoes, I tease him with a wicked smirk: You know, Ive never let you be my toilet paper after a scat. Never once have you cleaned the shit from my divine asshole. I always dump it straight into your mouth, so your tongues always coated in filth afterward. No way Im letting that dirty, shit-smeared thing touch my perfect hole. After a while, I order him to lie flat on the cold floor. I slide my panties off slowly, teasingly, then straddle his face and sink down, smothering him under my weight. Start sniffing and lick deep inside my asshole, I command, feeling his hot, wet tongue probe greedily. Then I rise, lock eyes with him, and squat over his bare chest. Today youre paying here, not in your worthless mouth, I declare. This way, you finally get to be my toilet paperwith a clean tongue for once. Hes trembling with excitementhe adores my shit more than anythingbut I calm him with a cruel laugh: Dont worry, toilet. Ill still feed you. Just not straight from the source this morning, haha! I let go, and a massive, steaming pile of thick, creamy shit lands on his chest, studded with crunchy chia seedsmy signature touch, since I love them, hahah. Nothing goes to waste, especially not a feast this generous, packed with minerals and that unique flavor only I can provide. But Im not getting my hands dirty: I feed him with my feet. Using the top of my foot or my nimble toes, I scoop up the sticky mess from his chest and shove it into his mouth, piece by deliberate piece. Eat it all, toilet, I order. Finish like a good boy, and Ill reward you with an orgasm ruined, of course, hahah. To help him swallow, I quench his thirst with my divine piss, hot and salty, spraying it straight down his throat. Nothing must remainnot on the floor, not on his pathetic body. Hes so obedient, so ravenous, that he devours every bite from my feet, licking frantically between my toes to catch every last speck. Proud of my pet, I deliver the promised reward: first, I slick his throbbing cock with just a smear of leftover shitbarely a whisper, hahathen jerk him off with slow, merciless strokes. He doesnt last ten seconds. I count out loud, and at nine he explodes in a ruined orgasm, his cum splattering straight into his own eyes as he moans in humiliated ecstasy. He stammers his thanks, and I leave him there to lap up the final flecks of chia-studded caviar from his chest with his tongue. Same time tomorrow, toilet, I say with a smile, pulling my clothes back on and walking away, letting my personal latrine bask in his perfect purpose.
