Faith bounded up the stairs to answer Mistress Anita's call, his heart pounding with excitement and dread in equal measure. He hadn't heard from her in a while, and he feared what she might have in store for him this time. As he took the call, his worst fears were confirmed; she was going to humiliate him yet again.
"Hi, toiletslave," she purred down the line. Her voice was like silk wrapped around his ears, sending shivers down his spine. "Got any extra-strength enemas handy?"
"Y-yes, Mistress," he stammered, rushing to prepare the equipment she'd requested. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. He hesitated before opening it, knowing what was about to happen.
Anita sauntered in, dressed in a figure-hugging fishnet top and a tight pair of stilettos that accentuated her every curve. She towered over him, her long legs and muscular physique making her seem almost inhumanly powerful. The massive strap-on dildo in her hands only added to the intimidating aura she radiated.
"Time to worship my gorgeous ass, toiletslave," she said, slapping him across the face hard enough to sting. Without further ado, she bent over and presented her perfect ass cheeks to him.
Faith kneeled before her, tears of shame in his eyes as he ran his tongue along the taught flesh of her ass crack. She let out a moan, obviously enjoying his attentions. Slowly, she slid the massive dildo into his throbbing anus, filling him up and making him gag. He continued to worship her rear end as she began to fuck him mercilessly.
"That's right, you filthy toiletslave," she groaned, the vibrations from her voice reverberating through his body. "You're nothing but a vessel for my pleasure."
After what felt like an eternity, she finally pulled the dildo out, leaving him feeling empty and alone. His eyes widened in shock as she reached between her legs and began stroking herself. She looked down at him, her face contorted in pleasure, and soon enough he felt her hot cum pouring into his mouth. He opened it to swallow, eager to please her once more.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her breath warm against his neck. But the torment was far from over. Next, she turned around to face him and beckoned him closer with a crooked finger.
"Now it's time to taste my pussy juices," she commanded, spreading her legs wide. Once again, he found himself on his knees before her, his tongue darting out to lap up her sweet nectar. She smelled delicious, like warm honey and musk, and the more he tasted, the more he wanted.
As he lapped at her folds vigorously, she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. Then, without warning, she squatted down and began to urinate directly into his mouth. He gagged on the intense flow of warm pee but didn't dare protest; he knew better than to disobey his Mistress.
"Swallow every last drop," she ordered, her voice stern but laced with lust. He did as he was told, swallowing her entire offering and begging for more.
That's when she revealed her final act of humiliation: she pulled off her panties and pressed her asshole against his mouth. He protested weakly as she slapped a rubber seal around his head, trapping him in place. Then she began to empty her bowels into his mouth, filling it with warm, sloppy diarrhea. He choked and gagged but couldn't escape as she emptied her ass right into his throat.
Tears streamed down his face as he cleaned up the mess she had made, chewing on the soft, squishy diarrhea between his teeth. Eight minutes later, she finally released him from his bonds, leaning against the doorframe and watching him with dark satisfaction.
"You're such a good toiletslave," she breathed, reaching out and ruffling his hair. "I think I might just have to let you keep that horrible collar on."
Faith nodded, tears streaming down his face. He knew that he would do anything for this woman, no matter how humiliating or disgusting it might be. He loved every second of it.
The experience was filmed from two angles with two cameras, but the video was never released at full price; the struggle and humiliation were priceless to Anita and her loyal followers. They loved seeing Faith get what he deserved – endless servitude and embarrassment for their viewing pleasure.
All Faith could do was wipe away his tears and look forward to the next time they would meet. It was all he had now.
