Lady Johanna Syrkay - Hells shit

Lady Johanna Syrkay, the infamous toilet mistress, presided over her throne with a look of utter satisfaction. Today was a rare occasion where she had spent most of her time in confinement, and her asshole was aching with the need to release the piled-up excrement and piss. Johanna had been saving up for this moment, savoring the power she held over her miserable slave who knelt before her, barely containing his excitement at the thought of what was about to come. She grinned devilishly as she lowered her decadent nightgown and spread her round, juicy ass cheeks apart, revealing the neatly-trimmed brown hairs surrounding her anus. "Here it comes," she purred, feeling the first waves of an intense anal orgasm washing over her. Her bowels began to rumble deeply, the sound echoing in the sterile room. Suddenly, a torrent of hot, steaming shit gushed out of her asshole, coating the slave's face and covering his whole body in a thick layer of shit. The scent of fresh feces mixed with her sweat and arousal, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. Johanna's asshole spurted out huge, malodorous turds one after another, each landing on the slave's outstretched tongue with a satisfying 'plop'. "Open wide, my toilet slave," she commanded, voice trembling with excitement. The slave struggled to keep his mouth open as he was bombarded with wave after wave of her fecal matter. It felt like he was swimming in a dirty sea of shit, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to stop. This was what he had begged for, what he had desired since the day he had first seen her. Hours passed, and still, the shit flowed unabated from Lady Johanna's asshole. She pounded her fists on the slave's back, urging him to take in more of her filth. His face was covered in a thick layer of shit, his eyes filled with tears of both pain and pleasure. It felt like he was being consumed alive by the human torpedo that was Lady Johanna Syrkay. Finally, exhausted but happy, Johanna felt her bowels relax and the stream of shit slow down. She let out a contented sigh and leaned back on her throne, clutching at her chest as she caught her breath. The slave was still kneeling before her, his face covered in a mask of Lady Johanna's shit. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and obedience. "Well done, my toilet slave," she said, her voice husky with satisfaction. "You have pleased your mistress well. Now, clean yourself up and prepare for the next round." And so, the slave did as he was told. He used his tongue to clean off every speck of shit from his mistress's perfect asshole, savoring the taste of her filth. He knew that there would be no greater honor than to serve as her personal toilet, to be the living sinks, spittoons, and urinals for this magnificent woman. As he rose to his feet, he looked forward to the next session, anticipating the feel of her warm, pliant asshole expanding and contracting around his cock and the taste of her goddess-like shit on his tongue.