It was a lazy Sunday morning, and Bastienne woke up feeling particularly sluggish. Her mind drifted back to her beloved toilet slave, whom she had left fast asleep in his custom toilet cage. She wondered how he was faring under there, waiting patiently for his mistress to grace him with her bodily waste.
As she slothfully made her way to the bathroom, her thoughts turned naughty. Her steps were slow and deliberate, savoring the excitement of what was to come. She knew that once she released her morning offering onto her slave's face, the real fun would begin.
She took a seat on the throne, her weight comfortably resting on her slave's chest as she leisurely prepared herself. She closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh as her bowels began to rumble. With a devilish smile, she wiggled her buttocks in anticipation of the delicious dump she was about to administer.
Finally, the long-awaited moment arrived. Bastienne released a torrent of hot, steaming feces directly onto her slave's face. It was a glorious sight, watching as his eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer quantity of filth she had produced. The stench was overpowering, but Bastienne didn't care; it only added to her sense of domination.
Once she was satisfied that her slave had gotten a good dose of her deposit, she moved on to the next stage of her twisted game. She inserted a large, rubber tube into her anus and began to fill it with warm water from the tap. Her hands carefully guided the flow, ensuring that every inch of the tube was filled with the warm liquid.
As the tube slipped deeper inside her, she let out a moan of pleasure. She knew that this was the part her toilet slave lived for—the chance to experience the fullness and warmth of his mistress's ass. Once the tube was properly positioned, she let go of her anus and allowed the stream of water to flow out, filling her slave with warmth and fulfillment.
With one final look of satisfaction, Bastienne pulled the tube out and stood up. She reached down and picked up several handfuls of her sticky waste, carefully molding it into the shape of a ball. She then lowered herself back onto the toilet seat, positioning the ball so that it rested on the edge.
With a small push, she sent the ball shooting out across her slave's face. The mixture of her excrement and saliva landed with a satisfying squish as it covered his entire head. Bastienne let out a laugh, knowing that there was no way he would escape the stench of his own drool mixed with her feces.
As she watched her toilet slave luxuriate in the mess she had created, Bastienne felt a sense of power and control unlike anything else. She knew that he would take great comfort in his role as her living toilet, cherishing every bit of waste she saw fit to share with him.
And so, the game continued, with Bastienne using her toilet slave for her own twisted pleasure. Each visit brought new challenges and excitement, and she couldn't wait to see what her little piggy would do next.
Check back soon, folks. We'll be sharing more of Bastienne's delightfully depraved escapades with you all soon enough!
