Mistress Anna Toilet - Eat shit and vomit

In the opulent bathroom of Mistress Anna Toilet's luxurious mansion, her loyal black toilet slave was jonesing for the sunken commode he was about to serve. As he knelt down, eagerly waiting for his mistress's command to present himself as her personal human toilet bowl, his nose was assaulted by the heady aroma of her intestinal output—a stench that signaled bed clearly it was time for him to begin his ordeal. "Here it comes, you useless toilet," Mistress Anna Toilet sneered contemptuously at her plaything, who could only meekly nod his agreement in anticipation of the awful spectacle about to unfold. And then came the first salvo: a thick, steaming log of feces, hot enough to steam up the mirror behind him as it slapped against his open mouth. He gagged but couldn't push back; it was despairingly clear that he was addicted to this shameful act of submission—no matter how revolting or debased it might be. He swallowed every last bit before he was even given a moment's respite. But alas, there was always more coming. The putrid taste of her excrement lingered on his tongue as another log crashed down on top of the first, quickly filling up his mouth once more. This went on for what felt like hours—but then again, time had no meaning in this debased existence of his. Every once in a while, a sour shot of her saliva accompanied by a mouthful of frothy, bitter vomit would force its way down his throat, mixing with the thick sludge inside him like some grotesque Arnold Palmer concoction. Finally, with a satisfied smirk on her face, Mistress Anna Toilet rose from her throne—a gold-plated toilet seat that perched imposingly above him like a cruel reminder of his lowly status—and walked away, leaving him there to finish his horrific task on his own terms. His mind reeling from the sheer extremity of what he'd just endured, the toilet slave slowly raised his head to inspect the wreckage that was once his face and body. As he stared back at himself in horror in the cracked mirror behind him, a single thought flashed across his mind: If only he could die right now...