(Censorship only in the preview) A novice slave finds himself bound to the platform of my throne, eager to prove his worth. Determined not to falter, he pleaded for any means to transform him into a compliant vessel. With his body immobilized, his fate was sealed... I lit a cigarette to heighten the moment, teasing him with the sharp edges of my Le Silla heels. My stilettos traced his nipples, and I forced him to worship the soles of my shoes, whispering promises of the true purpose his mouth would soon serve—far beyond a mere ashtray or spittoon. A stir in my belly signaled the time had come. I slipped off my panties, dangling them as a reward if he succeeded. Squatting above him, I positioned myself, but my bladder released first. The sound of a fart filled the air, and the scent drew him closer. With thighs apart, I unleashed steady streams of urine into his waiting mouth, which he drank obediently. Turning around, I pressed my backside to his face, and a firm, unyielding turd plunged into his mouth. His jaws moved instinctively, partly to manage his breath in the confined position. Two more smaller pieces followed, reluctantly departing my body. I collected the fallen remnants with elegant green gloves and fed them back to him, watching intently as he chewed but hesitated to swallow. With a firm hand over his mouth and a piercing gaze, I commanded him to consume it all—and he complied. More urine, more turds, and finally, a cigarette butt to chew—today, I molded yet another man into my personal toilet. As promised, I left my panties as his prize, if he dared to claim them...
