Mistress Anna lit up a cigarette, exhaling the smoke as she approached her slave, who was tied tightly to the wall by his wrists and ankles. His eyes were wide with fear as he watched her approach, knowing what was about to happen. With a cruel smile, she took a large shit in front of him, the feces piling onto the floor at his feet.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice low and threatening. He hesitated for only a moment before complying, his jaw opening wide in anticipation of what was to come. Without hesitation, Mistress Anna leaned down and forced her shit-covered fingers into his mouth, forcing him to taste the feces that had just come out of her ass.
As he gagged on the disgusting taste, she grinned wickedly, feeling the power she held over him. "Now swallow," she ordered, pushing his head down towards the floor so that he could taste and feel more of the feces. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, swallowing the filth as quickly as he could to get it out of his mouth.
Mistress Anna watched with satisfaction as he struggled to keep from gagging, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of him being at her mercy. She knew she had to teach him a lesson about defiance, and she intended to make it clear that he was nothing but her toilet from now on.
She slapped him hard across the face, the sting of the blow causing tears to well up in his eyes. "Eat it all," she growled, pushing the rim of her ass towards his face. "Every last bit."
He could feel her warm breath on his cheeks as she prepared to shit again, and he knew there was no escaping his fate. He had to eat her shit or face her wrath, and either way, it was a hopeless situation.
As she released a second, massive log of shit into his waiting mouth, he closed his eyes and braced himself for the nauseating taste. Despite his best efforts to push it back up, he couldn't escape the feeling of her warm, fecal-coated fingers in his mouth, pushing the shit further down his throat.
When she was finished, she stepped back, the satisfaction clear in her eyes as she watched him writhe in disgust and shame. Her next order sent chills down his spine: "Now clean me up."
With a trembling hand, he reached out to take her ass, his own mouth still filled with the taste of her shit. He gagged again as he tried to clean her, feeling the filth coating his tongue and teeth. But he knew better than to protest; Mistress Anna was in control, and he was nothing but her humiliated toilet now.
As she watched him clean her and lick her clean, Mistress Anna felt a rush of power course through her veins. She was in control of this pathetic human, and she loved every moment of it. She reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants and sneering. "And when I'm done with you," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "I might just let you cum from playing with your pathetic little dick."
With that, she walked away, leaving him tied up and helpless, feeling the shame and humiliation of being used as a toilet by his Mistress. He knew there was no escape from this fate; he was hers now, and he would do anything she commanded, no matter how degrading or shameful.
