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Mistress April's Breakfast Sewage Service

Many mornings, my toilet slave eagerly awaits my arrival in the bathroom with a sense of dread and anticipation. His morning routine begins the moment he hears the soft click of my heels against the tile floor. He quickly drops to his knees, presenting his exposed lips for me to place a warm, wet kiss of ownership upon them. His eyes are fixed on mine as he nervously clutches the leash that leads to his heavily laden collar – adorned with the golden initials 'M' and 's' intertwined. These letters stand not only for Mistress April, but also for 'Scat', for it is in this ritual that his true purpose is revealed and fulfilled.

With a heavy sigh of satisfaction, I reach down and begin unbuttoning my kimono, allowing the cool morning air to brush against my skin. As the silk slides to the floor, revealing my breasts freed from their constraints, my toilet slave's eyes grow wide with lustful desire. He knows what comes next, and part of him yearns for it while another part trembles in fear.

I waste no time as I make my way to the toilet, my naked body glistening gently with uneven beads of perspiration beneath the soft glow of the morning sunlight streaming through the window. I pause for a moment, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my thighs, and gaze down at my submissive worshipper. His eyes are transfixed on my partially exposed pussy – wet with excitement for what is to come – as he dutifully kneels before me, his head bowed in submission.

I reach back between my legs and grasp myself, spreading my labia apart to reveal my pulsing clitoris and shiny anus. 'Are you ready to serve your Mistress?' I purred, feeling the power surge through my veins. My toilet slave's reply was immediate and unequivocal: 'Yes, Mistress, I am!'

I rise slowly to my feet, teasing him with a glimpse of my exquisitely pink anus as I turn my back to him. 'Then get ready to receive your Mistress's breakfast sewage service.' My voice was soft and commanding, resonating deeply within his mind and body. He knew what was expected of him, and his cock twitched in anticipation as he gently massaged it through his tight-fitting rubber pants.

As I feel the warm, familiar pressure building upon my bowels, I lean back against him, allowing him to feel my body shudder with pleasure. His hands move up my legs, caressing my silky thighs as he presses himself harder against me. I feel his erection pulsate against my ass cheeks, and I know he's ready for what comes next. I take a deep breath, steadying myself for the blissful release that is about to come.

And then, it hits me: a powerful, explosive shit that sends shockwaves through my body. My toilet slave's anticipation turns to delight as he catches every glorious drop of my breakfast sewage in his wide-open mouth. Without warning, another wave of shit hits him, coating his face and chest with a thick layer of warm, sticky feces. He moans in ecstasy as he laps up every last drop, savoring the taste of his Mistress's forbidden nectar.

As the intensity of my shitting subsides, my toilet slave stands up, gazing up at me with admiration. 'Mistress,' he whispers, his voice shaking with emotion. 'You are truly an exquisite goddess.' In that moment, I could feel the power pulsing between us, creating a bond that transcends the taboo desires that bind us together. We are one, united by our mutual love for the dark, forbidden pleasures of scat. And so, our breakfast ritual comes to an end, both of us satisfied and yet craving more.