Eat My Caviar - Daily Dose 23rd March 2021

As I settled down on the gleaming white toilet, my bare butthole already beginning to quiver with anticipation, I couldn't help but stare at the perfectly formed little turd in the bowl before me. It was small, no bigger than a golf ball, yet the idea of it filling up my ass – my poor, empty ass – sent shivers of delight down my spine.

I took a deep breath and positioned myself just right, still gazing longingly at that tiny bit of shit as though it were all that mattered in the world. And then, slowly, ever so slowly, I eased my finger into my own anus, letting my slick muscles guide me deeper and deeper inside.

The sensation was incredible, that burning ache growing stronger with every inch my finger penetrated. I moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to press harder against my own flesh, stretching myself open for my own pleasure.

And then I finally felt it – the tiniest sliver of warmth pressing against my prostate. It was like an electric shock pulsing through my body, making my whole being tingle with anticipation. I knew what had to come next.

With one, swift movement, I withdrew my finger and positioned myself over the toilet bowl once more. I took a deep breath and then, with one singular thrust, I forced my entire fist into my ass, burying it up to the wrist in the tight heat of my own body.

It was exquisite agony, each pulse causing the shit that had been pooling in my colon to shift and move, threatening to spill out of me with every heartbeat. My other hand clutched at the smooth porcelain, fingers digging into the cool surface as though it were the only thing keeping me grounded.

And then, when I could stand no more, when the need to release was almost too much to bear, I pulled my hand out and placed the tip of my index finger just above my anus. I breathed in deeply, preparing myself for what was to come, and then, with a sharp cry of ecstasy, I pushed that tight little bud deep into my own bowels.

Immediately, a hot, thick wave of shit erupted from me, flowing over my finger like hot lava from a volcano. I held myself up just enough to watch as my own feces cascaded down over my hand and dripped onto the floor below. It was a sight that would have made any caviar-eating aristocrat proud.

As my massive shit bomb continued to pulsate out of me, I could feel it coating every inch of my body, sliding down my thighs and pooling around my feet. It was glorious.

And when I at last granted myself permission to collapse onto the floor in a sweaty, satisfied heap, I found that even my own shit smelled amazing. It was like the most luxurious perfume imaginable, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in it and inhale deeply.

I couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have myself as my personal caviar dispenser – filling up my ass with hot, thick shit and then coating myself in it like some kind of twisted ritual. It was a feeling of power and submission all at once, and I couldn't get enough of it.

As I lay there, my body aching with pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder when I would get the chance to do it again. The thought alone was enough to make me laugh out loud – in victory, and in anticipation of the next glorious mess I would create.