Madame Ellen, an accomplished mistress known for her love of all things taboo, paid a visit to her toilet slave at noon and in the evening. The anticipation was thick as she approached the door of his humble abode; he had been eagerly awaiting her arrival ever since she'd informed him of her intentions earlier that day.
As she entered the room, the strong ammonia smell of disinfectant hit her nose. Her perverse nature was pleased; it was clear that he'd taken great care to ensure his facilities were up to her exacting standards. Dirty work was about to be done, and she would tolerate no slip-ups.
The slave, kneeling at her feet in his customary position, looked up at her nervously. His cock, already hardened from anticipation, strained against the confines of his tight underwear. Madame Ellen smiled down at him coldly, her eyes calculating as she appraised his readiness.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded, her voice a husky growl that sent shivers down his spine.
Obediently, he did as he was told, standing before her shakily. She circled him slowly, taking in every inch of him as he stood there helplessly. His cock twitched as she approached him from behind; she could feel the heat emanating from his body as she trailed her fingers gently along his inner thighs.
"Time for your first task, slave," she purred in his ear before spitting forcefully onto the floor between his legs. He gasped as she pulled away, catching sight of the globule of saliva that had landed right at the base of his erection.
"Lick it up," she said simply, knowing that he had no choice but to obey. Grudgingly, he obeyed, lowering his head to lap up her spittle like a loyal animal. Once he had finished, he looked up at her expectantly.
"Good boy," she praised him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now let's move onto the main event."
Without another word, she led him to the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. As she reached the toilet, she nodded towards it, indicating for him to get onto his knees in front of it.
"Open wide," she commanded again, and once more, he complied. This time, however, she didn't spit at him; instead, she grabbed an object from behind her back and forced it into his mouth. He gagged as he felt his lips stretch around the cold, hard edge of one of her dirty sneakers.
"Now it's time to show me how well you've been keeping your toilet clean," she murmured darkly, running water into the bowl before taking her seat on the seat.
He watched in horror as she pulled down her pants and gracefully lowered herself onto the toilet seat, revealing her shapely ass covered in a thin layer of sweat and the distinct outline of her asshole.
"You may begin," she said softly, leaning back against the cold porcelain as he nervously approached her.
She could feel his breath on her anus as he lowered his face closer, nosing at her opening. Slowly, she spread her cheeks wider to allow him better access, moaning softly as he took a deep breath and pressed his slobbering lips against her rosebud.
His tongue darted out, circling her entrance teasingly as she held her breath. The sensation was exquisite; she could feel every flicker of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to him but mere seconds to her, she pushed him away gently. "That's enough for now," she purred, her voice lilting with satisfaction. "Come here."
Obediently, he crawled back to her side, his belly brushing against the cool tile floor as he went. She stood up again, revealing the fact that she was still spotless, and motioned for him to stand up as well.
"Good boy," she praised again, running a hand through his hair affectionately before pushing him towards the kitchen counter. "You have one final task for me."
As he turned to face the sink, his heart racing with anticipation, he couldn't help but wonder what she had planned for his finale. He was about to find out.
With a sinister grin, she grabbed his cock roughly, giving it a few hard tugs to ensure he was fully aroused. Then, she stepped back and watched as he leaned over the sink, presenting his ass to her once more.
"This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" she purred, the sound of her voice causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. "To feel my hot piss and shit flowing down your throat, filling you up like a greedy little slut?"
He couldn't answer, his mouth filled with the taste of her sneaker and the anticipation of what was to come. She laughed softly, the sound echoing off the clean kitchen tiles around them.
"Well then," she said finally, pulling her pants all the way down to her ankles. "Get ready for a feast."
Eyeballing the target, she lifted her leg and placed her heel against his lips, aiming her pussy directly at his face. With a forceful push, she sent a jet of urine shooting out from her cunt, hitting him square in the face. He gasped as the warm liquid flowed down his cheeks and into his open mouth, choking him slightly as it flowed over his tongue.
He did his best to swallow as much as he could, eager to please her despite the burning sensation in his throat. She chuckled darkly, watching as he struggled to contain the liquid streaming down his throat.
"Good boy," she purred again, stepping away to lift the other leg and allowing the puddle of urine to form on the tile beneath him.
When she was finished, she lowered her legs and zipped her pants back up, leaving him there kneeling in a puddle of his own pleasantly urine-scented piss. She smiled down at him, her cold blue eyes filled with satisfaction.
"Thank you, slave," she whispered softly, running a finger gently along his chin to wipe away the last traces of her urine. "You've been a very good toilet slave today."
She turned and walked away, leaving him there kneeling in the puddle of his own filth. As she closed the door behind her, he couldn't deny the strange mix of emotions coursing through his body: relief that his task was finally over, shame for the humiliating acts he had just performed, and perhaps even a twinge of longing for more.
As he slowly pulled himself up off the floor and made his way towards the shower, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to resist her call again.
