Your Throne Beneath Me
Love to Shit Girls
A Sweltering Day’s Creamy Brown Relief
Today is the hottest day of summer, with the temperature soaring past 35 degrees Celsius. I usually enjoy the heat, but this is truly unbearable. I’m desperate to take a shit, yet I can’t bear the thought of a cold porcelain toilet. In this oppressive heat, a slave’s mouth feels like the only option. Before he arrived, I gave him one simple task: swallow every bit, immediately. I can’t risk the stench spreading through my bathroom—or worse, the whole apartment. All odors must be contained at once. The logic of this living toilet is brutal: I release, and she gulps it down fast. In the background, the fan drones on, a soft counterpoint to the urgency.
