She handed me the plate with a stern gaze, her voice commanding. "I need to relieve myself, and I want it all on this plate. Do you understand?" I bowed my head, nodding in silent obedience. "Are you ready, Toilet?" she inquired. "Y-yes, Mistress," I stammered. Positioning the plate beneath her, I watched as she let out a sigh of relief, delivering a sizable, warm deposit onto the plate I held steady. After a moment, she instructed me to set it down and demanded, "Spread my cheeks and clean me thoroughly." Bound by restraints, I struggled to comply, gently parting her flesh and attending to her with my tongue, ensuring not a trace remained. "Pick up the plate," she commanded next. Hesitating briefly, I leaned forward, grasping it in my trembling hands. "Now, eat it!" she barked. My heart raced as fear gripped me. "Open your mouth," she ordered, guiding my head with her crop until my lips neared the plate's contents. "Take a large bite," she directed. Reluctantly, I obeyed, my tongue lifting a portion into my mouth. She adjusted my head with the crop, forcing me to look up at the gathered onlookers as I chewed diligently, transforming the mass into a soft paste over several minutes. Finally, she stepped before me, manipulating the shock device she'd earlier used, and delivered her most severe command yet. "Swallow it, Toilet!"
