Mistress Anna awoke early in the morning, her body buzzing with excitement for what the day had in store. She dragged her toilet out of the bathroom and positioned it on the ground, ready for its daily use. She had spent countless hours training her beloved toilet to become the perfect submissive, and today would be no different.
She walked around the toilet, admiring its sleek design as she ran her hands along its smooth surface. The toilet remained still, locked in its place, eyes fixed on her every move. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching it, knowing that it belonged to her.
Mistress Anna grabbed a set of rings and carefully placed them around the toilet's cock, ensuring they were tight enough to arouse it even further. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she thought about the power she held over this object. With a smirk, she kicked the toilet hard, letting out a small laugh as it wobbled beneath her.
"That's right, toilet," she whispered, her voice low and menacing. "You belong to me, and I can do whatever I want with you."
She moved behind the toilet, reaching between its legs. The warmth of her fingers made the toilet shiver with anticipation as she began lubricating its ass. Mistress Anna knew that her toilet got the most pleasure from tasting and smelling her excrement, so she took her time preparing for their intimate moment together.
Finally, she felt ready. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the toilet, feeling its hard cock pressed against her ass. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being so intimately connected to her toilet. The toilet eagerly opened its mouth, waiting for what was coming next.
With a soft moan, Mistress Anna released a creamy log of shit into the toilet's eagerly waiting mouth. The toilet let out a muffled groan as it felt the warmth of her feces coat its tongue. This was their special moment, their connection, and Mistress Anna knew it meant everything to her toilet.
Once the toilet had swallowed every last drop, she began to work it over. She slapped its chest hard, the rings around its cock jingling with each strike. She spit into its mouth, force-feeding it more of her taste as she grabbed its head and forced it closer to her ass.
"Drink up," she commanded, her voice heavy with power. "You'll have to thank me for this later."
The toilet did as it was told, eagerly lapping up any remaining traces of her waste from her ass. As Mistress Anna milked it, extracting every last drop of cum from its balls, she felt a sense of euphoria. Her toilet was completely devoted to her, willing to do anything and everything she desired.
Finally, she pulled the toilet's head away, her cock still hard underneath her hands. She raised her hand and slapped it, hard, the sound echoing in the empty room. "That's all you get for now," she said, her voice colder than ice.
With that, Mistress Anna stood up, her toilet still locked in place on the ground. She walked away, leaving it there, wanting it to think about what just happened and anticipate what was to come. She knew that this would only make her toilet even more devoted, more in love with her, and more willing to do anything she asked.
As she walked away, she couldn't help but smile. She loved being a goddess, with her own personal toilet slave to do her bidding. It was a power unlike any other, and she was determined to keep her toilet in line, always reminding it of its place in the world.
Her toilet waited patiently, locked in place, its heart filled with love for its Mistress. It knew that all it wanted was to serve her, to please her, to make her happy. No matter what she did to it, no matter how much pain she inflicted, it would always love her. For Mistress Anna was not just a goddess, she was its everything.
