The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the walls. In the center of the room, a woman sat on a throne-like chair, her eyes glowing in the semi-darkness. She was dressed in an outfit that seemed to highlight every curve of her body, with stockings and a corset that left little to the imagination. Her hair was piled high on her head, adorned with jewels that sparkled under the low light.
The man kneeling before her shuffled uncomfortably, his eyes darting between her legs and the floor. His heart raced as he anticipated her next command. He had been in this position before, but each time felt like the first.
"Now lick my ass hole to stimulate my anus," Mistress Anna Toilet commanded, her voice a low purr. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward and positioning himself between her legs. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as he placed his tongue against her tight opening.
Mistress Anna let out a contented sigh as she felt his tongue move against her, massaging her intimately. Her buttocks clenched, pushing her ass toward his face as she enjoyed the sensation. She watched as he licked her slowly, his tongue tracing the outlines of her anus, and she couldn't help but smile to herself.
"I commanded," she continued, her tone stern. "He hesitantly started slowly licking my ass hole. I could now feel the shit slowly sliding down my rectum."
Mistress Anna leaned back in her chair, enjoying the control she held over this pathetic creature before her. She could feel the thick shit building up inside her, ready to be expelled. She waited, savoring the anticipation, before giving him his next instruction.
"Now wrap your lips around my ass hole," she ordered, her voice commanding. The man obeyed without question, his lips forming a tight seal around her anus. Mistress Anna could feel him struggle as the first log of shit pressed against his lips, but she didn't relent.
"Swallow," she ordered, and the man did as he was told. The shit slid down his throat, coating his tongue and choking him as it made its way down. Log after log, the man continued to swallow, each one more disgusting and humiliating than the last.
Mistress Anna watched with glee as his face turned from fear to disgust, but she maintained her composure. This was power at its purest form, and she wouldn't let anything diminish it.
As the final log slid down his throat, Mistress Anna sat up straight, a smug smile on her face. The man stumbled back, gagging and retching, his eyes filled with horror. But even as he tried to escape the stench and taste of her shit, he couldn't deny the thrill he had felt from submitting to her commands.
"Good toilet," Mistress Anna said softly, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "You've served me well." Then, with a wicked grin, she stood and walked away, leaving the miserable toilet to writhe in his own filth.
