Faith woke up with a groan, her body sore from the beating she had endured the night before. Her mind was foggy and her thoughts were disoriented, but one thing remained crystal clear - she was a toilet slave to Mistress Roberta.
As if on cue, her phone vibrated, signaling that her mistress had summoned her. With quivering fingers, Faith grabbed the device and unlocked it to read the message. It was short and curt: "Get to the bathroom immediately." Her heart raced in anticipation of what was to come.
Faith didn't bother changing out of her unwashed and stained diaper; she knew Mistress Roberta wouldn't approve. Instead, she hurried to the bathroom as fast as her legs would carry her. While she walked, she could feel her bladder filling up quickly - it seemed that anticipation always made her desperate for a piss.
When she reached the bathroom door, she found it already unlocked. That was unusual; Mistress Roberta usually made her wait outside until she opened it. Maybe today would be different? Perhaps Mistress Roberta had mercy on her?
Faith pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes widening in shock at the sight before her. Mistress Roberta stood in front of the toilet with her back turned, completely naked. The sight of her powerful buttocks and the long, dark shaft of her cock made Faith's heart skip a beat. She knew what was coming next.
"Bend over the toilet," Mistress Roberta commanded without turning around. Faith didn't hesitate; she knew better than to disobey. She lowered herself over the toilet, spreading her legs as wide as she could to give Mistress Roberta better access.
With a grin of anticipation, Mistress Roberta moved behind Faith. She could feel the warmth of Mistress Roberta's body against her back and buttocks, sending shivers down her spine. Without warning, Mistress Roberta pressed against Faith's open mouth and strapped on her stomach. It was a long and thick dildo, designed to look like a huge cock, and it pressed against Faith's lips and tongue, reminding her who was in control.
"Today is going to be an interesting day," Mistress Roberta purred in Faith's ear. "But first things first." She stepped away from Faith and positioned herself over the toilet. Faith watched, her heart racing, as Mistress Roberta began to urinate. The stream of hot piss struck the ceramic of the toilet bowl, filling it up quickly.
"Open your mouth," Mistress Roberta said calmly. Faith obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips as wide as she could. She felt a warm, wet tongue push past her teeth and into her mouth. Despite the unclean nature of the situation, Faith couldn't help but respond to the sensation. She moaned softly as Mistress Roberta's tongue danced around her own, teasing and probing.
Suddenly, Mistress Roberta pulled away, and Faith felt a hot jet of piss blast into her mouth. It was warm and bitter, but Faith swallowed every drop without hesitation, her body trembling with submission.
"Now for the main event," Mistress Roberta said, stepping away from the toilet. Faith knew what was coming next, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. She knew that if she resisted in any way, Mistress Roberta would punish her mercilessly.
Mistress Roberta positioned herself in front of Faith and lowered her panties, revealing her bare cunt. "Prepare yourself," she said, whispering into Faith's ear. Faith could feel Mistress Roberta's hot breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She adjusted her position, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accommodate her mistress's impending arrival.
Without further warning, Mistress Roberta lowered herself onto Faith's face. Her cunt smelled of sweat and musk, but Faith didn't mind. All that mattered was pleasing her mistress. She wrapped her lips around Mistress Roberta's clit and sucked gently, feeling the hard nub against her tongue.
Mistress Roberta moaned loudly, her hips thrusting forward to push her cunt deeper into Faith's face. Faith could feel the walls of her cunt pulsing against her tongue, signaling her approach to orgasm. She worked her tongue even harder, determined to bring her mistress to climax.
With a cry of ecstasy, Mistress Roberta came, her body shuddering with pleasure. She pulled herself away from Faith's face, leaving a trail of saliva and moisture on Faith's cheeks. "Very good, Faith," she purred, stepping away from the toilet. "Now it's your turn."
Faith knew what was coming next. She knew she wasn't allowed to resist, no matter how much she wanted to. But as Mistress Roberta lowered herself onto the toilet seat and positioned her ass over Faith's open mouth, she prayed that this time would be different.
As the first spurt of diarrhea hit the back of Faith's throat, she gagged and choked, her body instinctively rejecting the filth. But Mistress Roberta's hand came down hard on the back of her head, forcing her to swallow. Faith felt the warm and fecal mixture flowing down her throat, filling her stomach with the taste of shit.
As Mistress Roberta continued to take shit into her mouth, Faith closed her eyes and tried to block out the taste and smell. She focused on the feel of Mistress Roberta's ass in her mouth, the warmth of her body against her face. She silently prayed for it to end, but she also knew that if she showed any signs of displeasure, Mistress Roberta would punish her brutally.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Roberta pulled away. Faith opened her eyes and looked up at her, eager for some sort of sign or reaction. But Mistress Roberta remained calm and collected, staring down at Faith without emotion.
"Time to clean up," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. She grabbed a nearby bottle of water and poured it over Faith's head, rinsing the remnants of shit from her mouth and face. Then, she grabbed a towel and began to wipe down Faith's body, her touch cold and clinical.
As she moved away from the toilet, Faith sat up slowly, her mind reeling from the events of the last few minutes. She knew that this was her life now - a life filled with filth and humiliation, controlled by the whims of her cruel Mistress. And yet, despite the despair and degradation, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of… belonging.
