Mistress Anna Toilet - 2021 Day 8 of eating shit

On this eighth day of the scat fetish, Mistress Anna was preparing to take a massive shit in front of her human toilet slave. She had been feeding him her excrement every day for two weeks, and he had started to grow accustomed to the taste, texture, and consistency of her feces. In fact, he was eating it with much more enthusiasm now, knowing that it was his only source of nourishment.

Mistress Anna lowered her sexy black thong and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her plump, pink asshole to her slave. She stood in front of him, taunting him with the intoxicating aroma of her viscous shit. Her assquat teacher's pigtails bounced seductively as she swayed her hips from side to side, teasing him with the promise of filling his mouth with her fat, hard shit.

The slave trembled with anticipation, his tongue darting out between his lips as he salivated profusely. He knelt before Mistress Anna, his lips parted and his eyes fixed on her asshole. He could feel his stomach grumbling, reminding him that he had not eaten anything besides shit since this ordeal began.

With a slow, sensual movement, Mistress Anna lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her luscious ass cheeks clenching tightly around her toilet slave. A thick wad of shit oozed out of her anus, filling the air with its pungent scent. She leaned forward, presenting her shit-covered anus to the slave. "Open your mouth," she commanded in a husky whisper.

The slave did as he was told, his lips parted and his tongue extended across his bottom teeth, ready to taste every inch of her divine dump. A thick, steamy rope of shit dipped out of her asshole and dripped onto his tongue. He grunted as the hot, salty mass hit the back of his throat and slithered down his gullet. Mistress Anna gave a satisfied smirk, watching as her toilet slave savored her shit.

As he finished swallowing the first wad, Mistress Anna pushed another fat glob of shit into his mouth. This one was even more filling, and he struggled to force it down. He felt his stomach churning with nausea, but he knew that he had to continue eating or he would starve. So he swallowed, and then swallowed again, feeling the warm, gooey mass of shit sliding down his throat and into his gut.

Mistress Anna watched with dark delight as her toilet slave devoured her shit. She could feel the power she had over him, the control she exerted with every fart and every shit dump. And she knew that he was hers completely, body and soul.

By the end of it all, the slave had finished eating every last morsel of Mistress Anna's fat, hard shit. He felt stuffed to the brim and incredibly full, but he also felt a perverse sense of satisfaction and arousal. He knew that he had pleased his Mistress, and that she would continue to use him for her dirty and depraved pleasure.