It’s a bright, sunny day in your hometown, where your mistress is currently tightening the leash around your neck. You’re both completely naked inside your room, and are preparing to head out. Your mistress, a wolf, brushes her gray hair all over her body. She smiles at you sadistically with warm brown eyes, showing you her fangs. You feel your cock harden in your chastity cage, remembering how those teeth feel clamped on your balls. You shiver in excitement and pleasure. 

She finishes brushing and walks over to you, picking up the other end of the leash. The collar around your neck is tight and uncomfortable - purposely so, of course. Your mistress rarely gives you actual orders - you’re just meant to understand what to do, or you get punished. She stares at you for a moment and then kicks you directly in the crotch. Your balls redden as the pain spreads throughout your whole body. You grunt in agony as you fall to the ground, going to clutch your balls with your paws, but she kicks them away and steps on your exposed nutsack, flattening it against the ground as she speaks. “We’re going shopping today, slave. I ate a lot last night, so I’m feeling gassy. You better be ready to sniff everything that comes out of the other end.” You nod your head vigorously, and she removes her foot from your balls. You sigh in relief, only to be greeted with another quick stomp to them, momentarily flattening them against the hard wood, sending much more pain throughout your poor body than the kick. You feel precum leak out of your tip as you open your mouth to express your agony. She then sits directly on your face and lets out a loud, noxious fart, burying your snout in her ass. The smell makes you feel nauseous, like you’re going to throw up. “T-thank you, mistress,” you say, blood rushing to your cheeks. You’re now fully turned on, your body is in the hands of your mistress for the whole day. You wish you could cum, but the chastity cage isn’t coming off. 


Later on, you both find yourselves walking through a mall, your mistress pulling you behind her on a leash, you walking on all fours at her request. You get odd looks from almost everyone who passes, and she enjoys your humiliation immensely. She often squats down and shoves your snout up her nose to sniff her bitter farts, each one a blessing to you given from a goddess. At one point, the farts suddenly begin to smell much stronger, until you sniff one that causes your mistress to immediately clench her ass cheeks. You stick your snout in further without thinking, your horniness taking over your mind, and she pulls your head out, then quickly walks you to a clothes store, pulling you into the changing room. She clenches her ass the whole time, holding back whatever is coming out next. “Slave, I can’t hold this anymore. Open your mouth and get ready to eat,” she says, squatting as brown begins to slide out of her ass. You immediately get behind her and stick your mouth in her ass, eating every piece of warm shit that comes out, chewing on the soft logs at first but eventually forcing them down your throat just due to the sheer amount of them there are. It feels endless, every single one tastes horrible, and yet you’re leaking precum like a fountain out of your dick. She sees this and begins to rub your balls into the ground with her feet as she uses you as her toilet, making you pants and moan from the pain while you shovel her shit into your stomach. Her tail sways as she looks at you with a cruel, sadistic, and lustful smile. “You enjoying that, little toilet~? What a degenerate,” she whispers to avoid anyone outside the changing room from hearing. You do hear at least one person mention the smell, but neither of you care. Your tail thumps against the ground.


Once she finally finishes, she grabs your fluffy tail and uses it as toilet paper, turning your fur the brown color of her shit and making you smell horrible. You know better than to try to wash it - last time you did that, she made you stick the whole thing up your own ass, then made you wipe with it yourself every time you used the bathroom. Another time, you made the mistake of trying to lick her shit off of it, and she made you stick your tail in the toilet every time you used it for the next month, shitting and pissing on it, as well as flushing with it inside. “Alright, back to shopping, toilet~” She grabs your leash and walks out, and your day continues, sniffing her farts, eating her shit, and being her pet, toy, and toilet. You love your life immensely.