Mistress Anna was feeling particularly playful today with her toilet slave. She decided to transform him into a canine, complete with a shiny new dog collar around his neck. With a sly smile on her face, she lit up a cigarette, knowing full well the consequences this would have on her poor unsuspecting toilet slave.
As the first plume of smoke drifted from Anna's lips, the slave's nostrils flared, picking up the sweet aroma that hung in the air. His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding both mistress and slave of his current hunger state. This was all part of Anna's plan.
With a devilish glint in her eye, Anna leaned back against the cold, hard surface of the toilet bowl, letting out a content sigh as she took another drag from her cigarette. "Now then," she purred, "time for you to show your true nature, my little doggy."
The slave's ears perked up at the sound of his mistress's voice, his eyes never leaving her perfect ass as it glistened with sweat in anticipation. He knew what was coming next and could barely contain his excitement.
"Go on, then," Anna commanded, her voice now laced with authority. "Show me what a good puppy you are and lick my asshole clean."
Without hesitation, the slave fell to his knees and positioned his face between Anna's plump cheeks, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her ass. His tongue darted out, tracing the perimeter of her anus, and he lapped at the tiny beads of sweat that had formed there.
The heat emanating from her body only served to intensify the slave's desire for more. He pressed his face harder against her ass, savoring the taste of her skin and the faint tang of sweat and desire that clung to it. His tongue found its way into Anna's tight opening, and he began to lap at her juices greedily.
Meanwhile, Anna enjoyed the show, watching as her toilet slave reduced himself to a drooling, whimpering mess beneath her control. She took another drag from her cigarette, exhaling a long, slow stream of smoke directly onto his face. The hot air hit his closed eyes, making them water as he desperately tried to catch his breath.
As if reading his thoughts, Anna reached down and grabbed hold of the slave's head, forcing him to look up at her. Their eyes met for a moment, and in that moment she saw the unbridled desire and submission that burned within him. It was a sight that filled her with an intoxicating sense of power.
With a sinister smile playing at the corners of her mouth, Anna leaned forward, her pussy now directly above the slave's quivering lips. "And don't forget about this," she purred, before thrusting her dripping wet pussy onto his face. "Drink it all up, my little pet."
The slave didn't hesitate, opening his mouth wide as Anna's pussy juices dripped down onto his tongue. He lapped at her folds greedily, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar as it flowed over his taste buds. His eyes rolled back into his head as he was consumed by the ecstasy of pleasuring his mistress in this manner.
With a satisfied sigh, Anna leaned back against the toilet once more, taking another long drag from her cigarette while casting an amused glance at her drooling slave lying at her feet. She knew that he would continue to serve her faithfully, no matter how degrading the task might seem to mere mortals.
