Sweet Tooth, Sour Aftermath
Kitty Skatt
Feeding the Throne
Today I settle into my golden throne and welcome the hungry porcelain bowl beneath me. Its mouth gapes wide, craving the fresh stream about to pour from me. I start by offering a generous splash of piss straight between its lips, then ease out a warm, watery load that slides slowly from my core. Some of it clings to its face, and I carefully scoop that mess back into its mouth with a spoon. A grateful toilet accepts every gift it’s given. Finally, it’s allowed to worship my hole with a thorough tongue-clean—even if, somehow, it leaves me looking filthier than before. A raw, uncut moment of pure devotion, soaked in fresh waste and total surrender.
