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I’d been browsing buygirlshit.com for weeks, trying to find the right girl to submit to. Most of the sellers had this cold, dismissive vibe, but then I found her profile. She was so sweet and friendly in her messages, asking me what kind of experience I was looking for. She even told me everything she was eating that week, lots of vegetables, lean protein, and some yogurt, to help me decide if it sounded good. That kindness, that genuine desire to make sure I got exactly what I wanted, made my choice easy. When the package arrived, the reality of my place really hit me. Here I was, a grown man, about to eat shit that came out of a complete stranger because she allowed me to. That’s true submission. Opening the container, the smell wasn't harsh or offensive; it was earthy and musky, just like she said it would be. The texture was perfectly smooth and consistent. I've bought from at least ten different girls on that site over the years. Some were terrible experiences with nasty-tasking crap from bitchy sellers who couldn't care less. But hers… hers was the best by a mile. It went down easily, almost creamy. Every single mouthful was a reminder of my place beneath her, that I paid for this privilege and eagerly consumed what her body discarded. Finishing it all felt like completing an act of devotion to a woman who didn't even know my name, and that's the most humbling part of all.