Mistress Anna Toilet - 2021 Day2 - He swallow all my shit

Mistress Anna smiled cruelly at her toilet slave as he kneeled before her, his eyes locked onto the steaming pile of shit she had just produced. Today was day two of his twelve-day ordeal, and she could already see the desperation etched into his face. Unable to wait any longer, he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, accepting the first log with a sickening gagging sound. As he struggled to swallow, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the saliva and fecal matter.

The slave had been trained well; he knew not to fight his instinct to gulp down the foul substance. He had been told that if he refused to eat, he would be starved until the next day when he would be presented with another log to consume. It was a cruel game, but one that he had willingly participated in. As he struggled to swallow the first log, he could already feel the second one pressing against his lips.

With a soft plop, the second log landed on the slave's tongue. This one was larger and softer, and he took full advantage of it, using it to rinse his mouth of the taste of the first log. As he swallowed the second one, he could already smell the third one coming. It was a mix of metallic blood and feces, but he couldn't help himself; he needed to consume it all.

With a shrill cry, the slave opened his mouth wide, accepting the third log without protest. This one was the hardest to swallow, and it took all his willpower not to gag and vomit. He forced himself to relax his throat muscles, letting the log slide down his esophagus and into his stomach. As he finished the third log, he looked up at Mistress Anna, tears streaming down his face.

"Very good, slave," she said with a cruel smile. "Now you have earned your meal for the day." She grabbed a bowl from beside her throne and filled it with water, then dumped the remaining logs into it. "Clean up your mess and be ready for your next meal."

The slave nodded, knowing better than to argue. He knelt beside the bowl, scooping up the used logs with his hands and forcing them into his mouth. He worked methodically, forcing himself to not gag on the disgusting mixture. When he was finished, he kneeled back before Mistress Anna, his eyes locked on hers.

"Tomorrow will be easier," she said with a sneer. "You'll get used to it soon enough." The slave said nothing, knowing full well that there was no escaping this twisted game. Soon, he would be nothing more than a living toilet for Mistress Anna to use at her leisure. And yet, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ever found this kind of abuse arousing.

As the slave's thoughts turned to despair, a small voice in the back of his head whispered words of encouragement. 'Keep eating,' it said. 'You must stay strong for your mistress.' And so, the slave forced himself to stand tall, his back straight, and his head held high. Tomorrow would come soon enough, but for now, he had managed to get through another day. And if that meant eating his mistress's shit, then so be it.