Miss Anita, the alluring and commanding mistress, had been away from shooting videos for a while but was now back with a vengeance. She summoned her toiletslave, Faith, to her presence to remind him of the power she held over him and to reestablish her dominance. With a dark smile playing on her lips, she donned her largest strap-on and forced Faith to the ground, pushing him face down onto the floor. She unhesitatingly planted her throbbing member between his quivering cheeks and began to pummel his tight, sore asshole.
Moans and gasps of pain escaped from Faith's mouth as Miss Anita mercilessly fucked him, recalling memories of their previous encounters. With each thrust, she felt his ass stretching wider under her onslaught, and it filled her with satisfaction. When she felt that he could take no more, she had finally had her way with him. She pulled out, leaving his hole glistening with sweat and tears, and chuckled as she stepped off to the side.
"Now, you worthless piece of shit," she hissed, "it's time to see just how good you are at being my toilet."
With a single command, Faith knew exactly what was expected of him. He crawled over to Miss Anita's toilet, bowing his head in submission as he presented his ass to her. She grinned wickedly and leaned down, her breath hot against his cheek.
"Swallow every drop, Faith," she purred menacingly.
Faith gulped nervously as he felt warm urine pouring into his open mouth, the taste of piss burning his tongue. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the bitter taste as he did everything in his power to swallow each drop. It trickled down his throat, collecting in his stomach like a foul tide. He felt the terror rising within him, knowing that this was just the beginning.
Soon enough, he could sense the onset of diarrhea, the familiar heaving of Miss Anita's gut signaling her need to empty her bowels. She stood over him once again, this time facing away as her ass cheeks clenched rhythmically. With a soft groan, she grunted and released a torrent of warm, watery feces onto Faith's waiting tongue. He opened his mouth obediently and let the filth fill his mouth, the taste of her shit mingling with the residual pee from earlier. He swirled his tongue around, sampling every inch of her offering, determined not to disappoint her.
When she was finally finished, Miss Anita turned to him, her eyes flashing with approval. She nodded towards the now half-full toilet bowl. "Now clean my ass, slave," she ordered.
Trembling, Faith knelt before the bowl, using his hands to gingerly scrub at the hardened feces clinging to her anus. The smell was nauseating, but he forced himself to remain focused on pleasing his mistress. With each gentle stroke, he could feel her approval growing, her eyes never leaving him. When the bowl was finally spotless, he looked up at her, awaiting further instruction.
She smirked, that same dark glint in her eye. "Now lick everything clean," she commanded.
Without hesitation, Faith complied, using his tongue to scour the sides of the bowl, collecting each last drop of urine and feces. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile rising in his throat as he licked the last traces of her filth from the porcelain.
"Very good," Miss Anita purred, her voice like velvet over steel. "You're still a useful toilet, Faith. But remember, I can break you again if you ever forget who's in charge here."
With that, she turned her back on him once more, leaving him to wonder when—and if—she'd ever call upon him again.
