You had always shown a strong resilience to adversity, but week after week of being trapped against a Karen's filthy asshole had finally broken you. Day in and day out, she had meticulously made sure you spent as much time locked away as possible and your act of worshiping her had become a reality fill with genuine wants to appease her. Tonight was the last straw. Karen had made chili for dinner and as she slept, the fruits of her labor were beginning to settle in. You listened as a deep rumbling could be heard from within her. You knew what it meant and braced yourself for impact. An explosion erupted from the anus and expelled a hurricane of foul air and pellets of dust sized pieces of fecal matter which imbedded themselves against you and the underwear. You choked and cough desperate to rid your lungs of the potent stench but to no avail. In her sleep, Karen grunts and pulls the back of her underwear tight enough so that it is pressed directly against her sphincter. For the rest of the night you were mercilessly smeared against the monstrous, dirt asshole as your goddess tossed and turned. Taking every opportunity to please her, you run your tongue against the wrinkled flesh and greedily inhale the near constant stream of pungent farts released by it. By the time she rose out of bed, your brain had been so utterly poisoned by lack of oxygen that you had lost all memory of who you were. All you know was the worship of this godlike like figure so generously keeping you safe.

Karen sat down on the toilet and unleashed a torrent of liquid shit into the bowl below. It wasn't a pretty sight and the smell wasn't helping much either. Karen wrinkled her nose and looked down at the tiny slave in-between her legs. It was a pathetic sight and she knew then and there that she had won, this once human had completely submitted to her will. Karen rose from her seat and plucked you from her underwear and held you just above the rim of the toilet. You stared at the unholy ocean of filth inside, its potency unlike any other. "You know I could so easily drop you in there right?" The prospect of watching this thing drown in her shit was invigorating but she opted not to and pulled her captive away. In reality she had lost most interest in the person between her fingers the moment it started to obey her. She placed it inside the drawer of her bedside table next to a massive dildo and left for work. Your symptoms of withdrawal were uncanny. You clawed at the wooden walls begging to be let back in your goddesses ass. How could she abandon you? After everything you did?

After many hours of wailing, exploring the dildo and muttering nonsense to yourself, the drawer finally opens. Karen frowns as she looks inside and plucks the tiny being from the dildo and brings it with her to the living room couch. She tosses it carelessly onto the coffee table and just like before, she takes off her heels and rests her sweaty soles in front of it. On command the small creature rushes to her soles and begins to relentlessly lick them clean. Through the years of abuse and calloused skin she couldn't feel a single lick which left Karen in a sour mood. Unable to think of anything remotely exciting left to do with it, she figured it was about time to get rid of her slave...