On the third day of Mistress Anna Toilet's humiliating 12-day experiment, the slave found himself pushed to new depths of depravity. With his mouth agape and his fingers desperately plucking at his own nipples, he awaited her arrival at the door. The scent of anguish and longing hung thick in the air as he pleaded for sustenance.
When she finally arrived, she descended upon him like a vengeful goddess. Dressed in nothing but a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination, she took her place on a lavish golden throne with an amused glint in her eyes. Looking down upon him from such height, she made no effort to conceal her enjoyment of his desperation.
Mistress Anna smirked cruelly as the slave, now locked into a squatting position beneath her, continued to beg for mercy. At this point, there was no going back - either he would eat her shit or he would starve until she deigned to feed him again the next day. With an ominous hint of anticipation, she turned her attention to the dish situated before her.
A cloud of putrid gas wafted through the air as she began evacuating her bowels; the stench was enough to make even the most seasoned bottom feeder pause. But this pathetic wretch had nowhere else to go and no other option than to surrender himself entirely to Mistress Anna's will.
As if in slow motion, he opened his mouth wide and lowered his trembling tongue, preparing himself for the unspeakable taste that was about to invade his senses. The shit entered his mouth and he swallowed it, every fiber of his being screaming in protest. Still not satisfied, she ordered him to clean her asshole with his tongue - an order he obeyed without hesitation.
And when she finally allowed him a moment's respite, she urged him forward once again, this time commanding him to taste her piss. His mind reeled at the thought, but his body knew better than to resist. With a groan of submission, he lowered his head and took the first sip of the disgusting, warm liquid.
Mistress Anna gazed down at him with twisted pride, marveling at how far she'd brought this pathetic creature in just three days. He was hers now, body and soul, and she intended to leave him utterly broken by the time their tormenting game was through.
As she dismissed him with a smirk, she knew he'd returned to his dark, shadowy corner to dwell on the humiliation she'd just inflicted upon him. And while he would be craving her again by tomorrow, she reveled in the knowledge that the power to decide when and if she would feed him again lay firmly in her hands.
Day Four of Mistress Anna Toilet's experiment promised to be even more thrilling than the last. And the slave? Well, he could only hope that his devotion would be rewarded with another taste of her filth before it was too late.
