As I sat comfortably on my throne, my faithful little bitch rooted underneath me, I couldn't help but chuckle at Mike's peculiar request. He wanted to see me use a toilet slave, a man who would happily offer his face as my personal toilet while enduring my foul farts and indulging in my excrement.
The thought of it made me giggle, but I also knew how much it would turn Mike on. After all, his kinks were no secret to me. I had spent many hours listening to him talk about his deepest desires and fantasies, and I knew just how to make them come true.
So, without further ado, I called for my bitch to present himself before me. A pathetic figure emerged from the shadows; he was kneeling on the cold floor, eyes fixed on mine, tongue hanging out in eager anticipation.
"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded, my voice low and throaty.
He immediately obeyed, crawling into position at my feet. I reached down and ran my fingers through his greasy, filthy hair, pulling his face closer to my swollen sex.
"Smell this," I whispered, my breath hot against his cheek. "This is what you're about to taste."
With that, I let loose a massive, putrid fart that blasted past my bitch's nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in the full force of the stench as his face contorted in disgust and excitement.
"Now, open your mouth," I growled, and he obeyed without hesitation. I lowered my swollen anus down onto his face, feeling the soft puffs of air escaping from his nostrils as he struggled to breathe. My anus and the entrance to my rectum were positioned right over his lips, and with a wicked grin, I let loose another fart.
The room was filled with the sound of rushing air and the pungent scent of ass. My bitch gagged and choked, but he never once tried to move away from the odorous pile driving down onto his face. Instead, he used his tongue to push my ass cheeks apart, desperate to taste my shit.
As I felt another turd forming inside me, I reached down and prodded him with a sharp finger. "Open your mouth wide," I commanded. Obediently, he parted his lips, and I aimed my shit cannon right into his waiting maw.
The force of the first spray sent him reeling back, eyes watering as he struggled to swallow. But I wasn't finished yet. Shit after shit, I pumped into his mouth, watching with twisted pleasure as he struggled to contain it all.
Finally, I pulled my anus off his face, feeling sticky, warm fluid ooze out from between my ass cheeks. My bitch lapped eagerly at the mess, tongue darting in and out, cleaning me until I pushed him away.
"That's enough for now," I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Clean yourself up and wait for further instructions."
My bitch scurried off, leaving me alone with my thoughts. As I watched him disappear into the shadows, I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. Mike might have been thousands of miles away, but his desires were unfolding right before my very eyes.
