In a lavish, luxurious mansion, Mistress Anita reclined on a plush sofa, legs crossed elegantly as she watched yet another of her mind-numbingly boring movies. There was nothing more she loved than enjoying a good film while her toilet slave was at her beck and call, ready to take care of any of her needs that might arise during the viewing.
This evening, however, she had something special planned for him. As she flicked through the channels, her eyes lit up when she found exactly what she was looking for - a scene that involved water sports. Her trusty toilet slave was already kneeling beside her with a tray of refreshments in hand, waiting patiently to serve his mistress. His heart raced with anticipation at the thought of what was to come.
With a sly smirk, Mistress Anita beckoned him closer. "Have you ever wanted to taste my golden nectar?" she purred seductively, running a manicured nail down his chest. He shook his head nervously; he knew better than to refuse her any request. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the funnel she had placed on the coffee table.
"I thought so. Get on your hands and knees, toilet slave," she commanded. The man complied without hesitation, lowering himself to be at eye level with the funnel. His heart was racing as he prepared himself for his mistress' next move.
Mistress Anita unsnapped her designer jeans, revealing her perfect, smooth ass wrapped in a lacy thong. She positioned herself directly above the funnel, grabbing hold of the base of her shapely posterior and squeezing. A hot stream of piss gushed out, filling the funnel to the brim in no time. She grinned wickedly as she watched it drip menacingly over the edge.
Carefully avoiding his face, Mistress Anita lowered the funnel onto his ass. It was cold against his flesh at first, but as she began to pee it warmed up quickly, and soon he felt it press against his rectum. She continued to pour her hot piss into the funnel, giving him ample time to adjust as it slid inside him.
The sensation was both odd and wickedly erotic. He could feel the warm piss dripping down his back and collecting into a pool on the floor beneath him. He remained still, trying not to flinch as the weight of her golden urine began to fill him up. Finally, once she was satisfied that he was full, she removed the funnel from his ass and sat back on the sofa, a contented smile on her face.
Mistress Anita crossed her legs, revealing her perfectly maintained bikini wax. She patted the spot beside her, indicating for him to clean up her wet spot with his tongue. The man knelt at her feet, licking her taut, pink nether regions clean. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweet nectar that tickled his taste buds. He didn't dare gag at the salty-sweet tang of her juices; he knew the consequences of disobeying her.
His next task was to apply her favorite body lotion all over her legs, making sure to rub it into every crevice. He worked up a good lather as she relaxed, her eyes closed in bliss. She turned her head towards him, her long, silky hair brushing against his cheek. "Now," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "it's time for some real fun."
With that, she stood up and yanked his head towards her crotch. She pulled down her thong, revealing her hairless pussy glistening with excitement. She straddled his face, grinding her sex onto his mouth as he eagerly lapped up her clear, sweet nectar with his tongue. She moaned loudly, covering his ears with her hands as she rode his face.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving him desperate for more. "Now, go make yourself ready," she commanded. He scrambled to his feet, wondering what surprise she had in store for him next. He didn't have to wait long before he found out; a discarded toilet seat sat on the coffee table next to him.
As he approached, he noticed a dark stain on it; diarrhea. He knew what was expected of him. He positioned the seat underneath him, lifting his ass high in the air. Mistress Anita licked her fingers deliberately slowly, tracing circles around her asshole before plunging them deep inside. She grunted in satisfaction as she shat all over the toilet seat.
"Now," she hissed, "you get to experience the fruits of my labor." She pushed the toilet seat into his face. "Eat it up, toilet slave. Every last bit." He hesitated for a moment before his hunger for her approval got the better of him. He pressed his lips to the seat and began.
The taste was disgusting, but he forced himself to swallow every drop. Mistress Anita watched, her eyes glistening with excitement as she saw him struggle to contain his gag reflex. Once he was done, she laughed maniacally, her beautiful face contorted in pure ecstasy.
She grabbed a dirty dildo from a nearby drawer and stuffed it into his ass, filling him up with its cool, plastic bulk. With her other hand, she fisted his cock, stroking him slowly as she thrust the dildo in and out of his ass. He moaned in pleasure-pain mixture as he felt himself being used by his beloved mistress.
In the end, he erupted all over her hand, shooting his cum onto her perfect skin. She threw her head back in delight, moaning his name softly. "Ah, toilet slave," she whispered tenderly, "you always know how to please me."
