No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Eat my shit, worm! - 3 (For mobile devices)

As the door clicked open, I could feel my heart race with anticipation. Another day, another load of shit to force down my toilet slave's throat. He knew the drill by now, waiting eagerly to please his queen and serve her every need.

I strutted into the room, barefoot and wearing nothing but a skimpy thong and a smug grin. My body glistened with sweat from a hard workout at the gym, but all that was on my mind was which of his numerous orifices I would choose to fill next. Today, it was going to be his specialty: my asshole-flavored toilet.

He crawled forward on his belly, tongue hanging out in anticipation. His blindfold was fixed tightly in place, amplifying the sound of his heavy breathing and the wet smacking of his tongue against his empty stomach. I leaned down towards him, invitingly close to his face, enjoying the way he shivered under my gaze.

"It's time for your punishment, worm," I purred, kneeling on the floor next to him. His head was already positioned perfectly over my hole, his tongue darting out hesitantly towards it. I slapped his face gently, sending a shockwave through his body. "But first, I have a little surprise for you."

With that, I reached down and pulled my underwear to the side, revealing a fingertip's worth of loose brown stool poking out from my asshole. His tongue darted out again, this time more forcefully, and I allowed him a taste of what was to come. He groaned loudly as the acrid flavor hit his tongue, but I slapped him again to silence him.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto the toilet seat, spreading my cheeks wide so he could see every inch of my gaping asshole. He whimpered softly as I began to force his head into the gap, pushing against his restraints until they were snapping audibly. I chuckled darkly as he yelped in pain, the tips of his exposed teeth clenched tightly together.

"Suck it up, worm," I growled, grinding my hips against his face. "You're going to clean every last drop out of me."

His tongue began its work instinctively, lapping at the rough skin of my anus with agonizing slowness. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, taking deep breaths as the warmth of his breath on my skin mingled with the cool of the tiled floor beneath us. As always, I resisted the urge to push further into his mouth, knowing that this was his punishment and his reward.

Moments later, I felt the familiar warmth spreading through my lower abdomen – the unmistakable signs of a full bowel. Without warning, I pushed hard against his face, forcing his mouth to open wider as wave after wave of hot liquid feces gushed from my body and into his awaiting maw. His muffled cries filled the room, echoing off the tiled walls and ceiling to create a cacophony of pleasure and pain.

Finally, I pulled away with a satisfied sigh. He lay there, his face covered in a thick layer of my shit, panting heavily as he tried to regain his breath. I dragged him to the shower by his feet, letting the cold water wash over him to cleanse his mouth and prepare him for his next round of punishment. As I walked away, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement - wondering what new way I could possibly think of to make him taste my shit next time.