Toilet Slaves Scatology: Locked up slave eats fresh shit!

In the dimly lit confines of a seedy dungeon, a young schoolgirl named Miss Mia carefully unlocked the door to her slave's chamber. Her slave, a once-proud man now reduced to her toilet slave, waited anxiously inside. She was his mistress, his goddess, and he would do anything for her - even consume her filth. Miss Mia, clad in her signature plaid schoolgirl skirt and white blouse, strutted into the chamber with a smug satisfaction on her face. In her hands was a steaming bowl of fresh shit, still warm from her ass. She tossed it onto the cold concrete floor next to him, revealing a thick layer of her shit already baked into the surface. Her slave, his face flushed with anticipation, could barely contain his excitement as he looked up at her. He knelt down before the bowl, his eyes never leaving hers, and slowly reached out to touch the hardened lump of his mistress's shit. He sighed deeply as he ran his fingers through it, feeling the warmth and softness give way to the familiar coarseness of her feces. Miss Mia watched with darkened eyes as he worshipped at her altar of filth, her skirt hiked up around her waist, revealing her bare ass to him. She walked over to where he was kneeling and bent over, presenting herself to him. "Clean me first," she purred softly. "Then you may have your meal." Without hesitation, he dipped his fingers into her molten ass-nectar and began to probe the tightly puckered entrance of her anus. He licked his fingers clean of her sticky juices and then pressed them against her rim, coaxing it open. She moaned in pleasure as he worked his way inside her, cleaning her insides with the same devotion he would show to her shit. Once he'd satisfied his Mistress, he knelt back down before the bowl and scooped up a handful of her shit, letting it sit in his mouth for a moment before slowly swallowing it down. The taste of her shit mixed with her piss was like nectar to him; it sent shivers down his spine and made him hard even as it filled him with humiliation and disgust. Miss Mia watched with satisfaction as her slave worked his way through her offering, taking pleasure in the pleasure she drew from his degradation. When the bowl was finally empty, she gave him a smirk and walked out of the chamber, locking it behind her. Her slave remained kneeling on the cold floor, his mind spinning in a dizzying haze of submission and desire. He knew his life would never be his own again - he was hers, body and soul. And he wouldn't have it any other way.