Mistress Mystique - Shituber Eats Delivery From Toilet Bowl

Mistress Mystique was in a playful mood today. She had been keeping her shit-obsessed slave on tenterhooks, waiting for his next indulgence. The anticipation was almost as good as the taste of her excrement. Today, she decided to up the ante by delivering her shit straight from her dungeon's bathroom. Not only would this serve as a constant reminder of his place as a permanent toilet, but it would also give him something to look forward to: eating off of the very toilet bowl he considered holy grounds.

As she prepared her delivery, Mistress Mystique couldn't help but savor the degradation she was about to impose upon her slave. She squatted over her dungeon's battered toilet and released a weighty turd into the waiting bowl. It sat there for a moment, heavy and pulsating with fecal matter. She grabbed a large plastic container, still warm from previous uses, and scooped the turd into it. She bounced gleefully as she imagined his moans of ecstasy when he received his gift.

Next, Mistress Mystique bent low once more and fished the turd out of the toilet bowl. It was slick with water, having been washed clean by the continuous flow. She looked at it with disdain, feeling momentarily sorry for her slave who would have to eat off such a dirty object. Shaking her head, she grabbed a large spoon and scooped up as much filthy water as she could, pouring it over the turd in the container. Her handsome face broke into a wicked grin as she imagined the taste of her shit mixed with the toilet water.

With her task complete, Mistress Mystique sealed the container tightly and made her way to her slave's home. She rang the doorbell, knowing that he would be waiting anxiously for his next dose of humiliation. The door swung open, revealing a toilet-shaped hole that served as her slave's eyes. He recognized her instantly and groaned softly, his tongue darting out to taste the air. Mistress Mystique leans in close, allowing a hint of her musk to drift over him before stepping back and thrusting the gift into the toilet-shaped hole.

As she retreated back to her dungeon, Mistress Mystique couldn't help but laugh at the thought of her slave's anticipation turning into disgust when he realized what he had to do. But that was the beauty of her power - she could make even the most repulsive actions seem desirable. And her slave, in his depraved mind, saw this as the ultimate display of love and devotion. Little did he know that he was nothing more than a permanent receptacle for Mistress Mystique's shit.