Mistress Anna was fit to burst. It had been three days since she last used her slave's mouth as a toilet, and in that time, she had relieved herself countless times in other ways, knowing full well that the anticipation of what was to come would only heighten his arousal. As the time drew near, she felt a powerful urge washing over her, a need to empty her bowels into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
She walked into the room where her slave was anxiously waiting, his face pressed into the floor and his tongue hanging out in anticipation. He looked up at her, his gaze full of fear and excitement as he saw the look of pure dominance on her face.
"Mistress Anna, I am ready to serve you," he whispered, his words barely audible above the pounding of his heart.
"Good," she replied, her voice dripping with sultry menace. "Because I have been holding back for far too long, and I need you to take it all."
She pulled down her pants and bent over, presenting her perfect round ass to him. Without further ado, she lowered her bare pussy onto his eagerly waiting mouth, feeling the heat and dampness of his breath on her most intimate flesh.
"Suck," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. "Suck my juices, you pathetic toilet slave."
The feel of her pussy against his lips sent shivers down his spine, and he did as he was told, sucking hard on her clit and swirling his tongue around her opening. Anna moaned, the sound half-lustful, half-commanding, as she felt her orgasm building within her.
"That's it, slave," she hissed. "Make me cum. Make me fill your filthy mouth with my essence."
And as her climax hit her, she virtually poured her juices into his waiting mouth, feeling the power of her orgasm radiate through her entire body. When she finally pulled away, she saw the look of blissful submission on his face, and it only served to fuel her desire even more.
"Now," she ordered, straightening up and looking down at him with a predatory gleam in her eye. "I want you to prepare yourself for what is to come."
She turned around and slowly lowered her beautifully rounded ass towards his face, holding herself steady with one hand on the wall. She felt his cold breath caressing the delicate skin of her anus, and she knew that he was remembering their past encounters, when she had used him as nothing more than a human toilet bowl.
And then, without further warning, she let go, feeling the force of her shit hitting his waiting mouth with a resounding splash. He moaned around her cock, unable to stop the noises of pleasure that threatened to betray him, as she emptying her bowels into his mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming, both exhilarating and terrifying, as he felt the full weight of her power crashing down upon him. He knew that this was his place, his role in life: to be used and abused by his Mistress, to serve as her toilet and nothing more.
As she pulled away, she could see the string of snot and saliva dripping from his chin, and she felt a surge of satisfaction. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, her voice both cruel and seductive. "Because when I'm finished with you tonight, you're going to need to be spotless if you want any chance of earning my forgiveness."
