Mistress Anna Toilet - Serving breakfast

Mistress Anna Toilet reclined on her golden throne, her emerald green silk robes flowing around her. She was in a playful mood this morning as her toilet slave crawled towards her, his nose quivering at the sweet aroma of her morning meal. "Hurry up," she chuckled, "it's almost time for breakfast!" Her long, manicured nails traced a path along the tiled floor, drawing circles around the small bowl of steaming feces she had prepared for him. "It's a real treat, my dear toilet slave," she purred, her piercing blue eyes fixed on his trembling form, "I cooked it myself."

As he reached the foot of her throne, Mistress Anna reached down and wrapped one of her slender legs around his head, forcing him to get closer to the bowl of feces. "Sniff it," she commanded, "tell me how much you want it." Shivering with anticipation, the toilet slave buried his face deep into the warm, pillowy mound of brown that smelled of his Mistress's sweet ass. "Ahh," she sighed contentedly, "you never cease to amaze me with your devotion."

Reaching out with her free hand, Mistress Anna picked up a silver fork embellished with diamonds and began to carefully break apart pieces of her shit-filled meal. "Here you go," she said brightly, placing a bite-sized piece of shit onto his tongue. The toilet slave closed his eyes gratefully as the warm, nutty flavor spread across his taste buds. "Oh my," he moaned, "it's beautiful, Mistress Anna."

With each bite, he felt himself becoming more and more aroused by the taste of his own feces mixed with his Mistress's. "Why don't you have a seat?" she suggested, pointing to a small stool beside the throne. Relieved to be ordered around so casually, the toilet slave quickly took his place and watched as Mistress Anna fed him piece by piece of her morning meal. "Isn't it divine?" she asked dreamily, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger as she spoke.

As if in response to her question, the toilet slave gasped as a particularly strong wave of hunger washed over him. Without waiting for permission, he reached into the bowl with his hands and began to devour the remaining shit-filled remnants of his Mistress's meal. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before - warm, soft, and oh-so satisfying. "Mmm," he moaned contentedly, "this is what heaven must taste like."

Mistress Anna laughed gleefully as she watched her toilet slave lose himself in the experience. "Now that's what I call a satisfied customer," she purred, leaning back on her throne and crossing her legs demurely. "Don't you agree?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes. The toilet slave could only nod his head in agreement, still unable to believe his good fortune.

As the morning wore on, Mistress Anna continued to lavish attention on her loyal toilet slave, showering him with treats and affection. For the first time in his life, he felt truly alive - consumed by his desire for her and the thrill of serving at her feet. It was a heady feeling, one that he knew he would never forget. "Thank you, Mistress Anna," he whispered gratefully, bowing his head in submission. "Anytime," she replied with a wink, "after all, you're my favorite toilet slave."