Anita, a dominant woman, sat on the edge of her bathroom counter, her perfect body glistening in the dim light. She was about to have a visit from her loyal toilet slave, Faith. Faith knocked softly on the door, anxious to please his mistress. Anxiously, he waited for her command before entering the bathroom.
"Faith, come in," Anita called, her voice smooth and seductive. As he entered, he couldn't help but notice the thick pool of urine spreading across the floor. It was clear what he was expected to do.
"Worship your pussy," she ordered, her eyes locked on him. Faith didn't hesitate, falling to his knees before his mistress. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweet nectar that laced her womanhood. He licked and sucked at her clit, coaxing it out of hiding as his mistress groaned in pleasure.
"That's a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. As he looked up at her, she grinned wickedly and suddenly pulled down her panties. She was bare, her shiny pussy glistening with her essence. Without warning, she lifted her perfectly formed ass into the air, offering him her tight hole.
"Eat my shit," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. Faith hesitated for only a moment before burying his face in her ass, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty, sweet mix of her shit and pussy juice. He lapped at her anus, cleaning her out as best he could before taking a long, slow taste of her shit.
"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, her hips grinding against his face. He could feel her shit running down his throat, filling him up. It was a feeling like no other, one of complete submission and devotion to his mistress.
As Anita finally came down from her orgasmic high, she pulled her ass away from Faith's face. "You've pleased me enough for one night," she said with a smirk. "But there is one more thing you need to do to prove your devotion to me." She placed a small dildo in front of him.
"Take this and cum for me," she ordered. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he took the toy between his lips. He clutched at it desperately, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his thighs as he began to cum.
"Yes, that's it," Anita purred, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. "You are truly a toilet slave through and through." Satisfied, she leaned in and kissed him softly on the forehead. "Now clean up this mess you've made and get some rest."
With that, Faith began to clean up the bathroom, his mind spinning from the events of the night. He knew that he belonged to Anita, body and soul. He wasn't sure if he was ready for what that meant, but he knew one thing: he would do anything to please his mistress.
