PooAlina - Alina unloaded a large pile of shit on the slaves chest and fed

Alina made her way quickly down the hall towards the slave quarters. Her thick, plump asscheeks quivering with anticipation at the thought of what was to come. The toilet slave, already kneeling at the end of the hall, could sense her approach and his heart rate accelerated. As Alina reached him, she turned to face him, smirking, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She unzipped her black leather skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing her plump, round ass cheeks adorned with a white lace thong. The smell of her morning shit wafted towards the slave, causing his stomach to churn with anticipation and dread. "Good morning, slave," Alina purred, her voice dripping with cruel sweetness. She turned away from him and bent over at the waist, presenting her perfect, round ass to the slave. "Eat my shit, slave," she groaned, spreading her cheeks wide apart to reveal her tight, pink anus. The slave could barely contain his excitement and fear as he approached his mistress. His tongue darted out, tasting the air, eager to taste Alina's morning shit. He lowered his head between her plump cheeks and took a tentative lick, wincing at the pungent, rancid taste. "No, slave," Alina scolded, slapping his head with the back of her hand. "You're doing it wrong. You need to eat every last drop of my shit." She pushed him harder against her ass, forcing his head into her exposed pussy. "And you better clean it up too," she growled, spanking him hard on the side of his head. The slave moaned in submission as he began to eat Alina's morning shit, using his tongue to scrape every last bit from her tight, pink asshole. When he had finished, he looked up at Alina, waiting for further instructions. Alina smiled cruelly down at him, then turned and headed towards the bathroom. She returned a moment later, holding a large pile of shit in her hands. The slave's eyes widened as he realized what she was about to do. Alina stepped over to him and let the pile of shit fall onto his chest. It landed with a wet, squelching sound, covering him from neck to waist. "Eat it, slave," she commanded, her voice cold and hard. The slave hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and began eating the shit from Alina's morning toilet. It was bitter and foul-tasting, but he forced himself to swallow every last bite. When he had finished, he looked up at Alina, waiting for her to tell him if he had pleased her. Alina studied him for a moment, her cold eyes raking over his body covered in her shit. Finally, she nodded curtly. "Very good, slave," she said. "Now go clean yourself up. You're due for another serving soon." The slave bowed his head and scurried away, his heart heavy with loathing and fear. He knew that this was his life now - toiling in the service of his cruel mistress, Alina, who ruled over him with an iron fist and an endless supply of filth. But still, he couldn't help but feel a perverse excitement deep in his gut, knowing that this was the closest he would ever come to true submission...