Toilet Slaves Scatology - Caged slave Wants to Eat!

As the cage door clanged shut and the lock clicked into place, my heart sank. Clad in nothing but my briefs, the bitch had locked me inside the cage and chained me on it too. With only my head peeking out from the hole, I felt like an animal about to be displayed at the zoo. My cock twitched in anticipation as I watched her approach. She was wearing a black leather dominatrix outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hips swayed seductively as she moved towards me, a smirk playing on her lips. "Now, toilet slave," she purred, holding up a bucket of feces and urine. "It's time for your feeding." My stomach churned with excitement and nausea as she knelt down, her ass hovering just above the hole in the cage where my mouth was. The scent of her sweet ass filled my nostrils, making my entire body tingle with anticipation. "Open wide," she commanded, slapping my cheek lightly. I parted my lips eagerly, already salivating at the thought of what was to come. She chuckled darkly and leaned forward, slowly lowering her ass onto my face. I felt the warmth of her body envelop me as she settled into position, her ass cheeks pressed firmly against my lips. "You're such a pathetic little toilet slave," she taunted, grinding her hips against my face. "But I like that about you." Her words sent chills down my spine as I felt her dribble a stream of hot piss onto my tongue. I moaned in ecstasy, loving the feel of her warm urine filling my mouth. Before I could even swallow, she began to have her first bowel movement of the day. "Here it comes," she purred, squeezing my cock through the bars of the cage. "Your first bite of the day." I opened my mouth wide, eagerly awaiting her shit to fall into my waiting maw. It was an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement that coursed through me as I awaited her next move. Every time she leaned forward, I felt her ass press against my lips, teasing and tantalizing me with the promise of her filth. As the session wore on, she grew bolder, grinding her hips harder against my face and squeezing my cock rhythmically. I moaned and groaned in ecstasy, unable to contain the pleasure that coursed through my body. When she finally stood up, I was left panting and spent, my face and lips sticky with her feces and cum. The bitch laughed heartily as she picked up the bucket and left the room, leaving me to clean up the mess she had made. But even as I scrubbed at my lips and tongue, I couldn't wipe away the image of her perfect ass hovering above me, or the taste of her feces on my tongue. Whatever happened, I knew one thing for sure: I was addicted to being her toilet slave.