Unstoppable Shitting

I love your suffering on so many levels. There is the anguish from my whip, the suffering from being made to guzzle my kaviar and the anguish that comes from contemplating my superior beauty and the skill that you could never be with a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as meexcept as a toilet. This is the kind of anguish that observing me in my elegant dress and observing my refined walk causes you. For a man, seeing a woman pull up her dress over that beautiful ass would mean he is about to have the greatest pleasure imaginable and engage in the ultimate act confirming his manhood. For you, seeing the skirt slide up over my firm ass checks means only humiliation. It means that it is time for me to shit. It means you are about to undergo the ultimate degrading act, the negation of not only your manhood, but your humanity. It means that YOU ARE A TOILET. I rest my rosebud right against your mouth until I deposit my wastes right in your gullet and slap your dick. After I dismount I find I have still more to give you. The slave moves the camera so perverts masturbating at home can get the best view. Make sure you EAT YOUR CUM FOR ME. I want to enjoy your suffering, too!