As the sun rose on another day, Mistress Anna found herself in a particularly lustful mood. A warm breeze blew through the open window of her luxurious bedroom, carrying with it the scent of fresh flowers and the sounds of birds chirping outside. But in this moment, all that registered with her was the insatiable desire coursing through her veins.
Without even having to think about it, she knew exactly who would be at her beck and call - her loyal subhuman toilet slave. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but grin wickedly as she stepped out of bed and made her way over to him.
He lay there, bound at the wrists and ankles to the floor, his muscles tense, anticipating what was to come next. His eyes were glued to her form, filled with a mix of fear and arousal that only served to fuel her own desires further. Mistress Anna paused for a moment, savoring the power she had over this pathetic creature before going about her business.
"First things first," she purred, straddling his face so that his nose was pressed into her steaming pussy. "Make me cum, and then I'll let you taste your own shit."
The subhuman toilet slave didn't need to be told twice. His tongue darted out to make first contact with her sensitive folds, as he worked his magic on her clit with practiced ease. Mistress Anna closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
The sensation was almost too much to bear; it felt as though she would explode at any moment. But just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she pushed him away, signaling that she had had enough. Her entire body trembled with need as she watched him lick the juices from his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. It was undeniable - he was addicted to this torment, just as much as she was addicted to the power it gave her.
"Now it's time for you to clean up my mess," she hissed, straddling his face once more before lowering her jeans enough so that his tongue could make contact with her tight asshole. With a gasp of disbelief, Mistress Anna felt the cold tip of his tongue breach her hole, immediately followed by the warm familiar feeling of orgasm.
As she rode out the high, the subhuman toilet slave began his work in earnest, licking and lapping at her wet opening until it was slick and smooth. And then, when he was certain she was sufficiently lubricated, he moved down between her legs and inserted his tongue into her puckish little hole. She couldn't believe it - he was actually going to eat her shit!
Mistress Anna moaned in delight as he began his work, darting his tongue in and out of her asshole while sucking on her clit. It felt incredible; better than anything she could have possibly imagined. Before she knew it, her body was once again singing with pleasure, this time from a totally different source.
With a cry of triumph, Mistress Anna pushed the subhuman toilet slave away and rose unsteadily to her feet. "You've been a good toilet," she breathed, her voice little more than a husky whisper. "Now clean yourself up and get ready for your next task."
And with that, she turned her back on him and made her way to the bathroom, leaving the subhuman toilet slave to contemplate the magnitude of what he had just experienced - and to dread the next onslaught of pleasure that was undoubtedly coming his way.
