He doesn't know what's coming. All he knows is that at some point during our walk through Germany's Black Forest, I told him to lie flat on his back and close his eyes. He obeys like a good slave. I step away, building a tension so thick you could cut it with a blade, but what actually breaks the silence is the crack of my whip slicing through the forest, the sound scattering through the trees. I walk back to my slave, press my boot down on his balls, locked tight in the chastity belt, a simple reminder of who's in charge. I unbuckle my leather belt, pull down my jeans, and squat over his face. First, I fill his mouth with my piss. Then, I feed him my shit. The first turd packs his mouth full. The second lands across his face. The third slides down onto the forest floor, resting on the damp leaves. I crouch beside him, look him in the eyes, laugh in his face, and order him to swallow. He obey like the good human toilet he is, but he can't stop trembling, his naked body pressed against the wet, cold ground of the Black Forest. Once he's swallowed everything in his mouth and off his face, I order him to pick up the turd from the ground using only his mouth. He resists. So I lash him with the whip, motivation to swallow it all.