Mistress Anna, a gorgeous and dominant woman, had already used five of her toys as human toilets. Today, she captured Spiderman as her next unsuspecting slave. He looked exactly like the comic book hero, complete with his iconic suit, but was a pathetic loser in real life. Mistress Anna had spent days training him to be her perfect piece of human toiletware.
She began by dressing him up in a pair of burgundy latex underwear that perfectly hugged his muscular ass cheeks. They were strategically placed over his asshole and made it look invitingly plump. Next, she tied a silk rope around his waist and bound his wrists behind his back. This ensured that he stayed in the perfect position for her to easily access his ass whenever she pleased.
Mistress Anna then led Spiderman to her modern, luxurious bathroom. She had designed it with a marble floor, a glass shower, and an exquisite bathtub. At the center of the room was her shiny, pale pink toilet seat. It was perfectly clean and glistening under the bright lights. "Today, you will be my toilet," she said to him in a sultry voice. Her words sent shivers down his spine.
Mistress Anna sat down on the toilet seat and positioned her perfect round ass directly in front of Spiderman's face. She smirked as she watched him struggle to keep his eyes off her tight, juicy asshole. "Look at it," she commanded. "Stare at my asshole and imagine what's inside. Tell me, do you want it?" She asked, her eyes piercing into his soul.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice cracking with desire.
She laughed softly before turning around. "That's a good slave. Now, open your mouth wide and say 'ahh'." He did as he was told, his mouth forming a perfect circle. She slowly lowered her perfectly rounded ass cheeks onto his face, positioning her asshole right in front of his mouth.
"Suck on my asshole, slave," she ordered. "Make sure you get every last bit of pleasure from it." Spiderman took a deep breath and began to suck on her asshole, using his tongue to flick and tease her sensitive inner walls. She moaned softly, her fingers running through his sweaty hair.
After several minutes of stimulation, Mistress Anna pushed Spiderman's head away. "Very good, slave," she said, admiring his hard, eager cock behind the burgundy latex. She reached down and began stroking it slowly, watching as it grew harder and longer in her hand. "I think it's time for you to taste my shit, slave."
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his anticipation evident.
With one swift motion, Mistress Anna pulled her ass off Spiderman's face and positioned herself directly above the toilet bowl. She released a long, steady stream of warm, apocalyptic diarrhea into the bowl below. The smell was overwhelmingly nauseating, yet Spiderman couldn't resist.
She turned back around and looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, eager for the taste of his Mistress's shit. She placed the head of his cock at the edge of the toilet bowl and slowly eased him inside. He moaned as the hot, gooey mess touched his sensitive skin.
Mistress Anna continued to stroke his cock, guiding him deeper into the toilet bowl. She watched as he struggled to keep from gagging on her shit. "Relax, slave," she whispered in his ear. "Enjoy every last bit of it."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing to suck on her asshole and swallow her putrid shit. Mistress Anna let out a long, satisfied moan as she felt him clean her out completely. "That's my good slave," she praised him.
After a few more minutes of pleasure, Mistress Anna removed Spiderman's head from the toilet bowl and helped him stand up. He was covered in her shit, but felt strangely alive and excited. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse from his ordeal.
With a smile, Mistress Anna reached down and untied him. "You're welcome, slave. Now get cleaned up and return to your cell. Tomorrow will be another day of serving your Mistress." Spiderman nodded, still in a daze from the experience. As he turned to leave, he glanced back at the pink toilet seat, wondering what other pleasures and torments it held for him.
