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As the early morning sun began to stir in the room, Mistress April's slave awoke with a start. His eyes darted around the familiar but forbidden environs, taking in the intricate patterns of the wallpaper, the softness of the bedding and - most of all - the promise of the steamy pile of human excrement waiting for him on the floor. His juices began to flow at the thought of it; he couldn't believe his luck that such a beautiful, dominant woman like Mistress April would allow him to consume her waste in such an intimate way.

He crawled over to the pile, his tongue already beginning to water at the thought of tasting her sweet, fecal nectar. As he kneeled before it - gazing up at her, his eyes brimming with devotion - he felt a sudden rush of warmth between his legs. Oh God, was she actually going to do it? Was he really going to feel her hot, stinky shit dripping down his throat once again?

Mistress April saw the pleasure on his face, and she felt a surge of power that coursed through her body. She too was aroused by his devotion; by the way he worshipped at her feet, eagerly waiting for her to cast aside the last vestiges of her humanity and reduce himself to nothing more than a toilet for her waste. It was an exhilarating feeling, and one that she would never grow tired of.

With a satisfied smile, Mistress April reached down and grabbed a fistful of her slave's hair. "It's time for you to earn your keep, my little toilet," she purred, pulling his head towards the steaming pile of shit that awaited him. He moaned in anticipation, his nose filling with the sweet, pungent aroma of her feces. "Open wide," she commanded, and he did so without hesitation, his mouth gaping in expectation.

Mistress April leaned forward, her breasts practically poised in his mouth as she lowered her pink-clad ass onto his face. Oh yes, she thought, her heart racing with excitement. He loved it when she dressed up for him like this; made herself look as appealing as possible while reducing herself to nothing more than an object for his twisted desires. It only served to fuel her own hunger even further.

With a soft moan, she began to push, her thick turd sliding slowly into his eagerly awaiting mouth. He groaned around it, his tongue swirling around the base of her shaft as he took in every last inch of her. She could feel his warm, eager breath on her skin; she could almost taste his longing for her feces. "That's it," she murmured encouragingly, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You love this, don't you? You love every last bit of it."

He nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving hers. Yes, he loved it. He loved the taste, the smell, the feeling of her warm shit sliding down his throat. But more than anything else, he loved the surrender; the knowledge that he was completely at her mercy, existing only to serve her every twisted desire. And as long as she kept feeding him her filth - shaping him into the perfect piece of scat toilet - he would never want anything else.

With a satisfied smile, Mistress April withdrew her shit from his mouth, leaving him gasping and hungry for more. "That's enough for now," she purred, running her fingers teasingly over his lips. "But don't forget - I'll be back on the throne in a few hours. And this time, I might just fill up that pretty mouth of yours with a really big load." She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Until then, my toilet."