Lady Scarlet sat on the edge of the toilet, rubbing her tight, wet slit as she stared down at the gagged man kneeling before her. He wore a latex hood that covered his entire head, sealed tightly to his neck. His mouth was stretched open by a large, bulbous ball gag, painted to resemble a dirty, used condom. A long tube extended from the end of the gag, leading up to a tank connected to a pressure release valve on the wall above him.
"Today," she purred, running her fingers along the cold metal of the toilet bowl, "I want to test your limits. You're going to be my personal human toilet."
She unzipped her skirt and slid it down her toned thighs, revealing a lace-trimmed pair of panties. They were already soaked through with her arousal. She sat on the toilet, pulling her panties to the side and positioning her wet, swollen pussy directly above his open mouth.
"Suck," she commanded, leaning forward to press her perfectly maintained breasts into his face. His eyes were hidden behind the mask, but she knew he was staring at her, unable to look away. She could feel his hot breath on her folds, sending shivers of excitement down her spine.
As he began to lap at her juices, she reached down and grabbed a second funnel. This one was smaller, with a narrow spout. She positioned it over his open mouth and slowly began to pour in liquids from a cup beside her. First, it was water to cleanse his palate. Then she added oil, making him gag and sputter as it slid down his throat. Next was hot sauce, burning his tongue and the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow. She continued to feed him different substances, testing his endurance.
Finally, she reached into the toilet bowl and scooped up a handful of her own feces. She pressed the spout of the funnel against the opening of his mouth and slowly poured it in. He shook his head violently, trying to resist, but she had control of the pressure release valve. The warm, sticky mass filled his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth. He bucked and moaned around the gag as he fought against the urge to vomit.
"Good boy," she said, finally releasing the valve and allowing him to breath fresh air. She patted his head gently before standing up and stepping away from the toilet. She reached behind her, undoing her button and zipper, and slid a pair of jeans to the floor. Underneath, she was completely bare—her plump ass framing the entrance to her neatly trimmed pussy.
"Now, you get to clean me up," she said, straddling him and lowering herself onto his face. His nose pressed into the crack between her ass cheeks, and his lips wrapped around her tight anus. She began to slide back and forth, grinding her hips against his face. Sometimes she'd pause, letting him taste her wetness as she teased him with the tip of her tongue.
As she rode him, she could feel her arousal building once again. She leaned forward, her tits brushing against his chest, and grabbed the funnel. She extended the spout downwards, aiming it at his open mouth. Slowly, she poured the mixture of her pussy juices, the remaining oil, and a generous serving of hot sauce directly into his mouth. He choked and gagged, but she didn't stop. She kept pouring until the funnel was empty and her crotch was clean.
Finally, Lady Scarlet stood up, stepping away from the toilet. She was pleased—the man had proven his worth once again. Her toilet hours were her most intimate and satisfying time of the day. She turned to leave, but stopped at the door. She looked back one last time, appreciating the sight of him kneeling there, his face and neck covered in her mess.
"Remember," she said, her voice echoing off the tiled walls, "you're mine now. Every drop that leaves my body belongs to me."
With that, she shut the door behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts and his messy, cum-stained face. He sat there, his body aching and his mind reeling, struggling to comprehend what had just happened. But one thing was certain—he belonged to Lady Scarlet, and he would do anything to please her.
