Amydirty - Breakfast for my slave!

Amydirty flopped down on her bed, her heart beating rapidly as she felt the familiar urge to shit creep over her. She rubbed her tummy gently, trying to soothe the uncomfortable stirrings inside, but nothing seemed to help. With a deep sigh, she finally conceded to her body's demands and rolled off the bed, shuffling towards the bathroom. She had intended to be discrete, but the weight of the day's build-up made it impossible. She groaned, feeling the pressure in her bowels intensify as she neared her destination. Once there, she hurriedly dropped her pants and underwear, desperate for relief. She gasped as a massive turd slid out of her anus, followed by a torrent of hot, steaming shit. It poured out of her in waves, splattering against the floor and sides of the toilet, filling the room with a pungent stench. As the shitting subsided, Amydirty sat on the edge of the tub, catching her breath. Her face was flushed with exertion, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She looked down at the mess she had made, feeling a rush of pride wash over her. That was when she noticed the two containers on the edge of the tub. One large and one small, both filled to the brim with her feces. She smiled, realizing she had an idea. She grabbed the smaller container first, unsure how much she could really handle. Tentatively, she brought it to her mouth, breathing in deeply as the foul scent hit her nostrils. She opened her mouth, allowing a soft, sticky turd to fall onto her tongue, savoring the taste of it as she chewed. It was salty and sweet, with a texture that was both gummy and malleable. She moaned, reaching for the larger container, eager to indulge further. Finally, sated but still thrilled, Amydirty finished with the last morsel of shit. She rinsed her mouth thoroughly, spitting out the filth before brushing her teeth, her mind already racing with anticipation. She had something special planned for her slave. An image of you, kneeling before her, eyes wide with anticipation and fear, filled her mind. You didn't want to taste her feces but she knew you were addicted to it. She could see the way your lips quivered, longing for the taste of her shit. With a mischievous grin, Amydirty collected the containers of shit and headed back to bed. She lay there, imagining you, naked and kneeling on the floor beside her bed. Your face was buried deep in the smaller container, eagerly devouring every last morsel of her shit. When you were finished, she would lift your head, her fingers massaging the back of your skull as you looked up at her, eyes filled with worship. Then, she would lift the larger container, pouring it into your open mouth. You would choke and gag as it filled you, the overwhelming taste and smell of her feces overpowering your senses. But even in the midst of your discomfort, you would be unable to resist her. Because you loved her shit, and you would do anything for more. She smiled to herself, already feeling the familiar warmth spreading through her lower belly. She knew you were waiting for her, counting down the hours until she would release you from your chains and allow you to feast on her shit once more. And she couldn't wait.