Mistress Mystique - For Marcus, With Love

With a mischievous grin, Mistress Mystique knelt down next to the toilet and addressed her slave. "I see you're eager to be fed, aren't you, Marcus?" She chuckled darkly as he nodded frantically. She could feel his body trembling with anticipation as she reached into the pool of filth with a long-handled spoon and scooped some of it out. Her fingers played along his chin, tracing his lips before pushing them open and forcing the mound of excrement into his mouth. As he gagged and struggled against the intense mixing of flavors, she continued to spoon-feed him, her fingers alternating between stimulating his cock and rubbing the residue into his face.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity for Marcus, Mistress Mystique removed the spoon from his mouth and smiled. "Now that you're nice and clean, you can finally enjoy your meal." She unlocked the toilet's lid and helped him climb out, guiding him over to the dining room table where she had set up the feast. "Eat well, my little toilet slave," she purred, her voice vibrating with sadistic pleasure. "For this is a feast of love, made just for you."