When Nature Calls, human toilet to the Rescue

Deep in the quiet forest, the elegant and merciless Mistress Mercy lounged regally on a thick fallen log, her perfect ass planted firmly against the rough bark. Nearby, her pathetic slave lay sprawled on the damp ground like the worthless worm he was, her lacy black panties stuffed deep into his mouth to keep him quiet and humiliated. Suddenly, the peaceful silence was broken by a series of wet, unmistakable crackling sounds. Long, soft logs of her warm shit slowly pushed out from between her flawless cheeks, landing heavily on the forest floor beneath the log. The rich, earthy scent began to drift through the air. “Can you hear that, slave?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head with a wicked smile. He nodded frantically, the panties still muffling his response. Mistress Mercy laughed softly. “That’s right. I’m taking a nice, satisfying shit right here in the woods. And you know what? I’m still not happy with you, so you don’t deserve the privilege of being my personal toilet today. But since we’re out in nature… your disgusting tongue is going to serve as my toilet paper instead.” She rose gracefully from the log, her hips swaying as she stepped over to her slave. With two delicate fingers, she pulled her soiled panties from his mouth and tossed them aside. Then she turned, hovering her dirty, unwashed ass just inches above his eager, upturned face. The heavy, pungent aroma of her fresh waste clung to her skin. “Is it dirty, slave? Be honest,” she purred. “Sniff it. Get your nose right in there and smell what your Goddess just left behind.” He obeyed instantly, inhaling deeply with audible desperation.
“Good boy. Now kiss it. Kiss the mess you’ll never be worthy of eating.” She let out a cruel little laugh. “God, you’re so fucking disgusting. Look at you… kissing my dirty asshole like it’s the greatest honor of your life. Now start licking. Clean every last smear off my perfect ass with that worthless tongue.”

After several long, devoted minutes of wet, obedient licking, she leaned forward slightly and demanded, “Tell me — is my asshole clean now?” He pulled back just enough to whisper reverently, “Yes, Mistress… it looks beautiful. So pink and pristine.” Mistress Mercy smiled with satisfaction, admiring the flawless view she knew he was seeing. Her tight, pretty pink asshole truly was perfection — any slave would kill for the chance to worship it. “Give it some grateful kisses,” she ordered. “And tell me how much you love it.” “I love your perfect asshole, Mistress,” he moaned between soft, adoring kisses. “I’m so honored…” But then she paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Oh… it seems I didn’t quite finish my business on that log.” She shifted her weight, lowering herself back over his face. “Open your mouth wide, toilet. Since my ass is already right here, I might as well use you properly.” She relaxed and released the remaining soft, warm logs directly onto his waiting tongue. “Let me hear you chewing, slave. Nice and loud. I want to hear every disgusting bite.”
Once she was finished, she stood up tall and looked down at him with pure disdain. His mouth was visibly full, his face smeared and filthy. “Open wide and show me,” she commanded. He obeyed, revealing the revolting mess coating his tongue and teeth. The heavy stench of her shit filled the air around them.“Disgusting,” she sneered, wrinkling her nose. “You smell like a fucking outhouse now. I’m not letting you brush your teeth tonight. In fact, you’re going to sleep with the taste of my shit still fresh in your mouth… exactly where a pathetic slave like you belongs.”