On the second day of Mistress Anna's summoning of the French toilet, she prepared a delightful treat for her guest. The toilet, with its eager anticipation, awaited her command. She approached it with confidence, knowing what was yet to come. Anna wore a black lace bodysuit that complimented her ample curves and long slender legs, contrasting against the stark white porcelain of the toilet bowl. As she hovered over the bowl, she could hear the toilet's motor running softly beneath it.
"Prepare yourself, my toilet," she said in a commanding tone. Her voice echoed through the bathroom, filling the space around them. The French toilet remained still as it awaited its fate. Lowering herself onto the throne, she positioned herself strategically above the waiting toilet. A smile formed on her lips as she watched it ready itself for what was about to come.
"Here we go," she said with assurance as she released a long, loud fart into the bowl. The force of it caused waves in the water, sending small sprays of it onto the sides of the bowl. The toilet puckered its mouth in anticipation of what was next. "You're eager, my pet?" She teased, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Anna shifted slightly on the seat, feeling her thick shit begin to fill up the toilet bowl. She watched as small bubbles formed on the surface of the water, indicating the presence of gas below. With a slow, deliberate movement, she leaned forward and released a long, snaking turd into the water. It hit the surface with a loud splash, sending more water fountains into the air.
"Are you ready for this?" She asked seductively, her eyes never leaving the toilet's. With an intimidating smile, she positioned herself over the toilet once again and began to defecate. The smell of her shit was overpowering in the small space, but the French toilet seemed undeterred. It remained fixed in place, waiting for its next command.
As Anna finished her business, she moved to the side, allowing the French toilet its chance. It eagerly plunged its mouth into the water, sucking up the thick, greasy shit from the bottom of the bowl. The noises it made were low and guttural, indicating its pleasure in its task. Once it had finished, it rose up out of the water, a satisfied grin plastered across its porcelain face.
"Was that enough for you?" Anna asked playfully, referring to both the shit and the stimulation she had given it thus far. There was silence from the toilet for a moment before it leaned forward and puckered its mouth, indicating that it was ready for more.
"Good boy," Anna cooed, her voice dripping with affection. She chuckled softly as she watched the French toilet eagerly anticipate its next treat. Shaking her head in amusement, she reveled in her power over her submissive toilet pet.
