Mistress Ann - Meeting my shit-eater after a very long time

As the weather turned colder and the leaves began to fall, Mistress Ann relished the thought of finally reuniting with her faithful shit-eater. He had to wait for her pleasure longer than usual, but now it was time to see how much he had missed his beloved Mistress and her delicious brown treasure. Her living toilet was kept in the dark about what to expect from their upcoming session. She knew that anticipation would only heighten his desperation and arousal. He would have to endure the wait and the lingering question of whether or not he would be rewarded with her shit, like a good little toilet. On the day of their meeting, Mistress Ann prepared herself with care. She had worn her most revealing underwear under her elegant business attire, just in case she wanted to tease her toilet with a glimpse of her juicy ass. The scent of her private caviar filled the air as she collected it in a small, ornate golden bowl. Finally, they were face to face. Her toilet knelt before her, head bowed in submission, eyes fixed on the ground. Without a word, Mistress Ann lifted her skirt, revealing her perfect round ass covered in black lace panties. Underneath, her poop chute twitched eagerly, filled with anticipation. With slow and deliberate movements, she lowered her panties to expose her bare ass to him. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he caught sight of her magnificent saggy butthole, glistening with excitement and crusted with dried droppings. Her caviar had melted slightly in the warmth of her bowels, turning it into an even more delicious treat for him. She flexed her gluteus maximus, teasing him with a wiggle that promised unimaginable pleasures. "Do you remember my caviar?" she purred, running a seductive finger over her crease before stretching out her hand holding the golden bowl. "Come and get it." Her toilet rose to his feet, his dick standing at full attention, as he approached her. He gently kissed her hand that held the bowl and reached for the small golden spoon, taking a tentative taste of her offering. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he tasted the sweet yet pungent flavor of her shit. He dug into the golden bowl eagerly, using both hands to scoop up her delicious treat. As he ate, Mistress Ann admired his obedience and dedication, appreciating the sight of his open mouth filled with her shit. Suddenly, she had an idea. Grabbing the remote, she prepared to turn on a video she had taken of herself defecating earlier that day. "I see you're enjoying my caviar, my little toilet," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now let's see how you'll like this fresh shit straight from my ass." Before he could react, she pressed play on the remote, the recording beginning to play on the TV screen behind him. It showed Mistress Ann taking a large, lumpy shit into the toilet bowl, her juicy ass cheeks rippling with each push. The smell of her fresh shit filled the room, making him even harder. Mistress Ann watched as her toilet's eyes widened in disbelief and excitement. Then, she brought her hand down to his face, forcing him to open his mouth. "Say hello to your new meal, my toilet," she said, gently teasing her fresh shit into his mouth. He moaned in delight as he tasted the salty-sweet mixture of her ass and toilet water. She watched, admiring him as he eagerly swallowed every last bit of her shit before pulling back, panting heavily. Mistress Ann was impressed by his dedication and love for her shit. With a satisfied smile on her face, she knelt down and pulled out a silicone dildo from her bag, slicked with her own ass juice. "Now it's time for your final test, my toilet," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath making him shiver in anticipation. She took hold of his head and pulled him towards her gaping anus, positioning him for a deep kiss. Slowly but surely, she lowered herself onto the dildo, impaling herself on it as she aligned her ass with his face. "Eat me out, my toilet!" she commanded, her firm ass cheeks slapping against his face as he began to lick and suck her shit-smeared dildo. He moaned and worked his tongue, tasting every inch of it as Mistress Ann rode him, grinding her hips against his face in a rhythmic dance of dominance and submission. As their session came to a close, Mistress Ann withdrew the dildo from his mouth, her expression one of pure satisfaction. She watched as he leaned forward, his mouth watering with anticipation of her next move. With a mischievous grin, she reached into her bag once more and pulled out a large jar filled with her own, freshly packed special treasure. Holding it up for him to see, she smiled again. "I saved this just for you, toilet." Then, she bent over, presenting her ass to him once more. Without waiting for his response, she shoved the jar forcefully into his mouth, the cool glass pressing against his tongue as it filled with warm, soft shit. She watched as he struggled to accommodate the jarring size of the jar before finally surrendering to her demands. Slowly, she pulled the jar out and stepped back, admiring the sight of her toilet, mouth coated in her precious brown gold. She couldn't be more proud of him, and she couldn't wait for their next session together.