Getting Better with Practice
by Slave Fart

This is a true one. It took place over a long time and there's no way I could write about all of it, so I am trying to do it all in one big thing. One of the reasons I've been quieter, too, because I've been used much more frequently than ever before, so even the fake creative scenarios stuff felt like it didn't matter.

Started with Monica more than a year ago, but she said she wanted me to become a better shit eater. I gagged too much, I threw up too often, and I really take too long. I am not good at this fetish.

"I want you to be better at eating shit. Not just mine, but I want you to be a really great shit eater for me, personally."

She said it so bluntly while we were eating on our balcony one day. I couldn't believe that I was looking at such a beautiful view of the marinas around Miami and looking at such a beautiful woman, but hearing such ugly words. To people like us, it was incredibly hot.

Even though we have a dom and sub relationship, Monica does respect me and doesn't want me to be unhappy. She laid out what she wanted and I agreed to it.

From now on, every Sunday, with no exception, I would eat her shit. I could choose to eat her shit in the morning or in the evening.

I stopped drinking on Saturday nights so that my stomach would be in better shape for eating her dumps. It's not easy eating shit, but I really can't do it after a night of drinking. Not that I drank a ton, anyway, but I basically quit all together because I liked the idea of being this incredibly good turd muncher for Monica.

I quickly learned that choosing morning or evening was a no win situatiuon. I had to let her know on Saturday evening. She was eating foods that gave her smelly bowel movements every Saturday night, regardless, but it allowed her to gameplan even more. It was this incredibly diabolical, but incredibly hot, dance.

When I would choose mornings, Monica would overload her Saturday night meal with not only foods that would result in smelly dumps, but also with lots of rice or pasta. When I chose morning, these were always considerably smaller. I got to know intimately the size and smells of her shits, along wiht the consistencys. One thing was really obvious, too, was that these were stinkier and less consistent in consistency. It was hard to figure out exactly what I'd be getting.

One morning would be like goops and would sort of turn into a pile of shit on my face. I had the hardest time with these dumps. She laughed hardest at them, though.

There were the small turds that were hard. The stink of them was rotten, but I could get them down easier than her mushie poops because I could swallow a few of them whole.

After a few mornings, I started choosing evenings. Instead of her just going in the morning and then going twice a day like normal, she started holding them in. Monica bought a fiber packet you mix into your drink, a fiber cereal, and would then eat this fiber rich diet of avocados, spinach, and chia seeds for lunch. She called me into the kitchen to watch her and then said, "I'm holding last night's meal in. When you choose evening, I want you to be ready anytime after 1 pm. You can eat my ass and you'll be eating my farts, too. If you choose evening, I want you to know that you're not just getting a pass on missing my Saturday meal."

One thing also started happening routinely on Sundays. The best sex we've ever had. If I chose mornings, we'd fuck around 5 pm. If I chose evenings, it was usually right before breakfast. She told me I was becoming such a good shit eater. I know that's not true, because I could tell I wasn't really improving, but whatever.

Evenings were arguably worse than mornings. From 1 pm until 5 pm, I'd be eating ass and farts. Some really foul farts that stunk so bad I thought I'd have to quit. But I didn't. There is one fart that we have both called "the fart". She had said she was likely to shit and so I had my mouth open over her asshole. She started to push and a fart started to leak out. We didn't have a timer going, but it was easily a 60 second fart that was BIG the whole time. It only started small and then was like this giant rush of all the gas that could possibly have been inside her.

And then she shit.

Like most evening shits on Sundays, they're a much better consistency and often a light brown. When she has more spinach than anything, which she did in this day, her turds are almost fluffy. This one was so big and so long that it quickly filled mouth mouth and began to coil on my face. She didn't stop for a second and I heard her push. My face was buried and I heard her laughing so hard. It didn't stop. This was Organic Princess Brooke levels of shit (that model shits more than anyone I've ever seen, by the way, and it's who I use as a benchmark for the most shit - Monica was at about 85% of what Organic Princess Brooke does). Monica doesn't usually take big poops at all, they are usually 2-3 turds and they're 3-6 inches long, each. But these mega fiber intakes were just huge. I couldn't believe it and honestly loved how I got to look back on how big her turds were.

I was still a bad toilet, I think, but Monica thought I was getting better. I ate ALL of one of these giant dumps for her once and she beamed with pride that she owned someone so subservient and obedient.

After a few months of this, Monica and I were enjoying negronis on the balcony.

"I'm really proud of you and thank you for becoming a better toilet for me. Your mouth has gotten so much better, slave."

We both smiled and watched the water from high up.

"There's someone in my yoga class that I am going to let use you once per week on Tuesdays, from now on."

She said it without looking at me and I snapped my head. I knew most of the women in her yoga class...

"Who is it?"

"Manduh."

I lost my brain a little big. Manduh is gorgeous and one of the women who I had definitely lusted after at one point. I knew her husband, actually, as he was a bit of an athletic rival. I beat him in literally everything, but here was my girlfriend proposing that I let his wife dominate me. It made me incredibly hot.

"Does Dan know?"

"She will probably tell him, yes. Or she's told him."

I didn't know what to say, but I trusted Monica.

Manduh started coming over that Tuesday, after yoga. Manduh doesn't really have a celebrity double, but she is absolutely gorgeous and a redhead. She does powerlifting alongside her yoga. Manduh works out at a few gyms, and we overlap on Wednesdays, usually, at one of my gyms (I go to three).

It's at this gym that I first saw her. She and her husband work out there. He usually works with a trainer and she does glutes and hips. I can't believe how hard she works, but the gains were so fast. She became friends with Monica because Dan and I would sometimes hang out. And then they started doing yoga together and we became good couple friends. Manduh is incredibly sexy, though, and she even bragged about needing to buy new yoga pants from how big her butt got.

And now I'd be laying on the ground underneath that butt while she shit.

Manduh is a gym rat and eats incredibly healthy. I have now eaten more than 75 loads of her shit. I know her shit better than I do most meals from any restaurant.

I know that if she eats seafood, it gets a little runnier. I know that if she eats chicken and rice, it's firm. I know that if she eats hots dogs, she will put a crazy amount of onions on them and that she will fart for 30 minutes straight, rancid fart after rancid fart. I know that Manduh likes having her ass eaten before she shits. I know that she likes to tell me how little she thinks of me as I rim her sculpted ass.

I know that she pushes her weight down to force my tongue deeper and deeper up her asshole. I know she likes to order me to kiss her "hole" and then fart when I'm pressing my lips firmly against her anus. I know she secretly feels inadequate to many of her coworkers, but those feelings soften because she shits on someone and they've never even had their ass kissed. Someone is so much lower than her and she gets off on the power.

I know that her husband is disgusted by the idea of eating her ass, so he gave her the greenlight to try this with me. I know that she cums harder when shitting in my mouth than her husband makes her cum. I know that I'm the best part of her week and that its shitting in my mouth that makes her feel powerful.

Dan and Manduh have been together since they were 15 years old and Manduh loves Dan. But she also wanted to explore this side of her. The first few times were magical. Even though we've been doing this for months, now, it's special any time I get to tongue fuck her asshole. Dan has also said he's happy that someone else is giving her this, because he would never. Everyone is satisfied.

One of the first times Manduh used me as her toilet was an intense experience. She had eaten hot dogs and like I said used lots of onions. She and Monica got back from yoga and she was holding her stomach.

"I've had to fart for 2 hours, but I didn't want to deprive the loser of my stink. Get over here, boy."

She pulled down her leggings and I peeled her sweaty cheeks apart, exposing her hole that was lightly covered in hair. She'd not yet farted, but I could tell she was trying. I got my mouth around her asshole quickly, since I knew what could happen.

Her fart rocked me, it was so loud and strong in force. It stunk, too, very badly. It smelled like one of those farts that make you ask for a courtesy flush. She farted again when I pulled my mouth off, blowing her gas right in my face. I sniffed deeply, but not quicky enough.

"No, get in the bathroom. Sorry, Manduh, but you can't fart like that in my kitchen. Even if it's right in the toilets face and mouth, those are terrible."

Manduh's laugh shook the room and she bent over, her ass placing itself right on my face as she did.

"I'm so sorry, Mon, I know these are bad. Let's go toilet."

She walked and I followed.

We got rid of a lot of our toilet stuff, except for the plexiglass one and the camping toilet. Manduh loves the plexiglass one because it holds all the stink in. I got into position.

Manduh farted long 2-3 second bursts every minute or so for about 20 minutes. I counted 15 farts, but there was a time when they became so rapid that I had to stop counting. I would guess it was 40 or so farts. Almost the exact same sound every time for the first 20 or so.

BRRRRRRAAAAAAA

BRRRRRRAAAAAAAA

BRRRAAAAAAAA

BRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAA

And then it started to get wet.

BRRRRAAAAAs

BRRRRAAAAs

BRRRRRRRAAAAAssSSS

I almost asked to be let out because it was so bad. I coughed a few times. But I knew better than that.

BRRRRRRRAAAASSSSSSSSSTHBPT

And on this fart I saw her ass release just a very small bit of shit. She had sharted right into my mouth. Manduh didn't realize it, though. She was still focused on farting and getting to this point.

BBRRRRRAAASTHBPTTHTHTHTTHTHT

And then it wasn't time for sharts and farts. It was time for a disgusting, messy dump. She shit out three small turds, each an inch or so long. They dropped quickly into my mouth. She sat, now holding her stomach and whispering to herself.

"You're gonna fucking get it," she said, and then laughed as she release a mushy wave of shit that covered my face.

"Oh I fucking destroyed you! Good god! Look at how much shit!"

Manduh waits until I've eaten all her shit before she pisses on me. Sometimes she just uses the toilet. Piss is very gross as a taste, to me, usually, but Manduh drinks so much water that it's basically flavorless. But Monica told her that the urine makes eating the shit easier, so Manduh doesn't like to make it easier.

Manduh might have been pointing or standing. I couldn't tell. Her shit was fully covering my face. That was absolutely not the norm, but it's the one that stood out the most because it was a big dump.

Usually, Manduh has very healthy dumps. About the same size as Monica's, but a little bigger and a LOT smellier. She eats a lot of protein and protein makes your bowel movements smellier.

"Not my problem, though. I'm not the one getting shit on."

Manduh would say stuff like this that would just get me so horny.

"Gonna be a rough one, today, toilet."

"I am not changing my diet so my toilet has a less smelly shit to eat. That's your problem."

One time her fart was especially rotten and she said, "You're gonna have to deal with that. Not me."

Another special time was when I was looking up at her sculpted back while her ass cheeks hung over the side of my face, my tongue deep inside her hole. She didn't warn me as she farted, pushing my tongue out. I went to put my tongue back in and she started shitting very hard. I couldn't possibly keep up and I lifted her. She just kept shitting so casually, her body never tensing. I was expected to hold her in place so she could shit and it was entirely a focus on her needs. It was probably not a HUGE dump, but it felt like it.

My mouth was so packed immediately that without lifting her, she would have just shit into my lungs unless my throat opened. I could have died from getting shit in my lungs or maybe choking on it.

After I said, "That was kind of dangerous, actually."

Manduh looked me cold in the eyes and said, "I don't care and I'm not sorry. You should be thanking me that I'm even allowing you to do this, toilet mouth."

I came 3 times that night.

Manduh is still using me pretty much every Tuesday night. They get Cuban coffee some nights before they get back and I can smell it on Monica's breath, making me wish I could drink some coffee. Instead, I let Manduh shit in my mouth.

After a year or so, Manduh approached Monica and said she had a friend that wanted to try the ass eating and shitting in my mouth. Monica and I talked. I would have to take a break from either Sunday or Tuesday, because I didn't want to eat shit much more than that. My stomach will never adjust to eating shit full time and I am at my limit.

Monica told me no and that Manduh's friend would just be an additional. That if I wanted to eat her shit, I would have to eat all three in one week. Manduh's friend is named Meggz. Meggz is a model and very cute, but also very shy. When I saw a picture of Meggz, I knew that I would try to eat shit for three women in a week, every week.

Before I go forward, I have to say that for the reality seekers, Manduh wasn't over EVERY Tuesday and Meggz stopped using me after a few weeks and now its about once per month, sometimes more, sometimes less.

Meggz looks very innocent and has that next door look to about her.

She also has an incredible ass. It's why she's gotten her modeling jobs. Seeing her ass in a thong is unreal because it is so perfect. It's big, but also its just so delightfully perky. She works it out a lot, but unlike Manduh, she pretty much only lifts her butt, her thighs, and her core. Meggz has smaller tits, but she doesn't need them.

The first time I met her, she didn't speak a word. Not just to me, but to anyone. Manduh and Monica were in the kitchen and I was ordered by Monica to act as a slave entirely. That meant I was naked, silent, and serving. I brought Manduh and Monica some drinks and then I brought Meggz a coffee. A slave is not to meet the gaze of their Superiors, but I don't think Meggz would have looked me in the eyes, anyway. After a few minutes of kitchen chatting, Monica told me to go into the bathroom.

Monica later told me that Meggz needed a ton of pumping up.

Monica had said, "He deserves this! He wants this! You can make him so happy just by shitting on him!"

Manduh added, "This isn't about shitting on a human, Meggz. You are his superior and you are simply acting appropriately toward an inferior. If he doesn't want you to shit in his mouth, he'll simply close his lips. He's huge! He could throw you across the room, Meggz. But you will go in there. You will sit on his mouth. You will fart down his throat. You will shit into his open and waiting mouth. You will watch him eat your shit. You will hear him say thank you. All because it's the right thing to do. He's showing you that he knows his place. So go take your rightful place and shit on him."

Monica sat on my mouth and let me eat her farts while she recited Manduh's speech to me. I came as hard as I ever have.

Meggz came in and sheepishly took off her clothes. She didn't need to be naked, but she was. Her bush was tightly trimmed and she walked over to me. She first put her pussy to my mouth and I started to lick her clit. It was over quickly and she came with a moan. She didn't move and I maneuvered to catch her piss. She went slowly, I think so I could catch it all. She pissed for what felt like hours becaue it was going so slowly.

Finally, she finished. She didn't move, so I asked if she wanted me to eat her ass.

Looking down at me, she nodded.

There is something so special about the angle of looking up at someone from the ground. Seeing the hair in their face and the little extra chin they get. It is a look of superior and inferior. Master and slave. Owner and property.

Goddess Tempest once said, "No matter how you look at it, it’s humiliating for the person at the bottom. Shit STINKS and taste HORRIBLE. That’s it, nothing more to say about it. Yet that PERSON is showing his devotion to me by being an actual toilet for me."

Even before the shitting, the positions are so clear. I am on the ground. She is standing up. I am looking up. She is looking down.

Some toilet slaves prefer to think of themselves as useful or that the act is not degrading. That they are servicing their Goddess and that's all.

But it is humiliating and you're being degraded. Even with Monica and I who view one another as partners, it's still impossible to say that we respect each other the same amount. I let her defecate in my mouth. She would never let someone shit on her.

Meggz didn't view this moment as degrading or humiliating, she later would say, until after it was done. She said that she thought it was neat or cool or interesting, but then when she felt my tongue licking a circle around her asshole, she felt powerful. That she wanted to put me in my place. That she wanted to dominate someone so stupid as to let her do this.

Meggz farts a lot. I learned that she farts a LOT. I don't know why. Her diet doesn't seem any more fiberous or leafy, but she farts more than Monica and Manduh combined.

She started farting at least once per minute and didn't let up. It was usually pretty close together.

Brpt.

Brpt

Brpt

Brrrpt

Brapppt

Little pops of gas that kept emerging. My jaw was getting tired at about 45 minutes when she pushed out a 14 inch turd that erupted in the blink of an eye. No warning. Just farts and then bam a huge log.

That was the only shit she had that night, but it was such a shock to me because I didnd't expect to see so much shit from her and especially not such a big turd.

Meggz didn't say anything, but I could tell she was laughing.

"-ank -ou," I said with her turd half hanging out of my mouth and the other half on my cheek. I took my hand and coiled it so some went under my nose and up my cheek toward my nose and eyes.

"You're welcome," the only two words I heard from her that first night.

She watched me take a few bites, but then started making noises of someone that didn't like the stink. She fanned her face a few times, which is always funny when someone is acting like their shit doesn't usually stink that bad, but here I am with your disgusting and foul dump on my face. In those Goddess Amirha videos when she gags, I always laugh because if you're gagging, imagine what the guy whose mouth you just took a huge shit in is feeling.

But it isn't about us. Well it is, but it's about us dealing with it so our superiors can enjoy our torture.

Meggz watched me eat about half before she left. She told Monica that it made her sick to see someone actually eating her shit. But a few days later, she asked if she could do it again. Now Meggz, i said before, has stopped coming over so often. She has a busy schedule, but tries to make a point to see me at least once per month. It doesn't always work out, but it's been pretty special.

I don't puke as much. I still suck at eating fast. But Monica said I'm getting better and I guess that's all I can do. So long as she is happy.