Your Throne Beneath Me
Love to Shit Girls
A Trial of Total Consumption
As you know, my channels frequently host auditions for new service submissives. Each applicant is granted a complimentary session and the distinct honor of serving as a dedicated human vessel. Recently, a novice from a prior session approached me, lamenting his initial failure to fulfill his duty. This time, he vowed to demonstrate his true worth by consuming a complete serving, delivered fresh and direct. I regarded him with disdain, recalling his past inadequacy, yet his palpable desperation inspired a perfect scheme. I resolved to document his attempt for a truly definitive humiliation. Prior to the act, my terms were explicit: he must consume every last morsel, or the recording of his feast would be delivered directly to his girlfriend. The threat of total exposure spurred him like a lash. When I finally rose from my throne, I was presented with an unexpected sight. This was the standard of consumption I demand—a display of ruthless obedience, driven by pure dread. It is precisely what you merit.
