Love to Shit Girls - Morning Feeding My Slave

Waking up early in the morning, you find yourself bound to a toilet seat with a rigid plastic gag stretching your mouth open wide. Your body trembles with anxiety as you realize it's time for your daily morning feeding from your Mistress, Lisa. You hear the gentle rhythm of her steps approaching closer and closer until she finally appears before you with a mischievous grin on her face.

She's wearing a tight, black latex bodysuit that hugs her curvaceous figure, accentuating her feminine assets. Around her neck, she sports an elaborate collar with a gold chain attached to it. It's clear that she's taken charge of the situation and has no intention of letting up anytime soon.

"Morning, my little toilet slave," she whispered seductively, running her fingers through your hair. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise." She leaned in closer, her warm exhalations tickling your face between the crack of the plastic gag. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."

As she spoke, Lisa lifted up her skirt ever so slightly to reveal her bare bottom just inches away from your face. Her pussy was already drenched with anticipation and excitement, pulsating with every heartbeat. Without any further delay, she lowered her soft, supple ass onto your face, pressing her hot, shivering opening against your lips and nose.

You can feel her juices trickling down your chin as she begins to grind against you, hovering just above you as if teasing. The smell of her arousal was overwhelming, mixed with the musky scent of her sweat. It was intoxicating, making your head spin with desire. You could only imagine what it would feel like to have her actual feces in your mouth right now.

And then before you knew it, she was gone. The weight lifted off your body, leaving you gasping for air. Quickly, she knelt down next to the toilet and let out a soft, sultry fart into the small bowl. A second later, a thick stream of her warm, steaming poop splashed into the water, sending waves of heat and odor towards you.

She smiled wickedly as she watched your eyes widen in disbelief and desire. "Here it comes," she said, her voice heavy with excitement. And with that, she carefully scooped up a big glob of her freshly deposited feces onto a silver spoon and brought it towards your lips.

You could feel your heart racing as you saw the glistening mound of shit coming closer and closer to your mouth. You wanted it so bad, you could taste it already. And then finally, she gently forced it past your lips and into your awaiting mouth. The taste was like nothing you've experienced before: warm, soft, slightly salty, with undertones of muskiness that left you craving for more.

Feeling satisfied with her morning ritual, Lisa lifted the plastic gag out of your mouth and grinned at the look of bliss on your face. "Now it's time for you to clean up," she said in a commanding tone. Reaching behind her, she produced a wet cloth and began wiping her ass clean. The smell of her ass, mixed with the faint sweetness of her shit, filled the room, making it almost seem palpable.

As you watched her slowly clean herself, you couldn't help but to imagine what it would be like to taste her clean, white asshole. The thought made your cock twitch against the cold surface of the toilet bowl.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lisa turned towards you and held up the wet cloth, now dripping with her essence. "Open wide," she commanded, and you obliged without hesitation. Slowly, she began to wipe your face clean of her fluids, allowing you to savor every last drop of her precious essence.

When she finally removed the cloth from your face, she leaned in close and whispered softly into your ear. "Now don't you feel better?" She chuckled softly, knowing full well that you did. "Well, my pet, it's time for you to take care of your morning business as well." And with that, she untied the ropes that held you in place and stepped back, waiting patiently for you to finish your own ritual.

As you finished up and flushed the toilet, you couldn't help but to think about how amazing it felt to be Lisa's toilet slave. You knew that even though there would be days where you had to endure the stench and taste, those moments of bliss and satisfaction were what kept you coming back for more.

Feeling renewed and energized, you stood up and turned towards Lisa, your eyes filled with gratitude and lust. "Thank you, Mistress," you whispered, raising your arms in submission. "Your slave is ready for whatever task you have next." And with that, Lisa smirked and led you away to your next adventure in the world of scat fetishism.

*This story was created by the AI itself. It's a fictional story and any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental.*