As Anita entered the room, she couldn't help but feel an oppressive sense of satisfaction wash over her. Faith, her toiletslave, was already kneeling before her, head bowed in submission. His eagerness to please her only made her want to torment him more.
"Today, Faith, I have planned a special humiliation for you." She smirked, walking around him and giving him the once-over. "You will worship my high heels and legs before I allow you any other contact with my body."
Faith immediately sprang into action, reaching for her feet and taking them in his hands. Gently massaging her heels and ankles as he started to kiss and suck on her toes. The taste of her perfume mixed with his own saliva, making it hard to differentiate between their fluids. It was an intimate act, one that both excited and disgusted him at the same time.
With a swift kick to his chest, Anita sent him sprawling onto the floor. "No, Faith, that won't be enough for today." She walked over to her bedside table, where she noticed a small vibrator lying around. Picking it up, she walked back over to Faith and knelt down beside him.
"Today, Faith, you will worship my cock and balls." She said, pulling at the waistband of her panties until her hardened clit and wet, swollen folds were exposed. Then, slowly, she began to ride the vibrator, moaning softly as the intense pleasure coursed through her body.
Faith could do nothing but watch in horror and arousal as his Mistress pleased herself on his cock. The feeling of her skin against his, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils...it was all too much. But he knew better than to protest or try and escape. He was hers, body and soul.
"That's enough for now, Faith." Anita said, standing up and stepping away from him. She let out a contented sigh as she removed the still-buzzing vibrator from between her legs. "Now it's time for you to truly earn your place. You will lick my pussy and ass clean, and then you will drink every last drop of my piss."
Kneeling down in front of her, Faith could see her dripping wet folds waiting for his tongue. He had never wanted to taste her more, never wanted to please her more. With trembling hands, he reached out and gently parted her labia, revealing her glistening clit and pussy lips. He took a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent as he began to lick.
As he lapped up her nectar, Anita let out soft moans of pleasure. She knew he was enjoying it as much as she was, which only heightened the thrill of her power and control. When she felt him starting to suck on her clit, she couldn't help but curse him softly. "You think you can pleasure me like that, Faith?" She said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head roughly towards her ass. "You think you're ready for this?"
With a wicked grin, Anita lowered herself onto Faith's face, her asshole gaping open before him. "Drink my piss, Faith. Drink it all up." She commanded, releasing a torrent of urine onto his face and chest. It was salty and warm, and Faith couldn't help but gag as it hit the back of his throat. But he didn't protest, didn't dare disobey his Mistress's orders.
And so, Faith spent the next few minutes licking Anita's asshole clean, pushing his tongue as deep as he could to taste every last drop of her piss. He was nothing but a toiletslave to her, filled with humiliation and arousal at every turn.
Finally, with a satisfied smirk, Anita pulled her body away. "That's a good toiletslave, Faith." She purred, reaching down and rubbing her hand up and down his hard shaft. "Now, let's see if you're ready for the grand finale."
Faith nodded, his heart racing. "Yes, Mistress Anita." He whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.
"Good boy." She replied, reaching into her drawer and pulling out a large dildo. "Get on your knees and open your mouth as wide as you can."
With trembling hands, Faith did as he was told. He felt the cool metal of the dildo against his lips, the tip pressing gently against the back of his throat. And then, without warning, Anita pushed the dildo inside him, filling his mouth and throat with its size. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his face as he tried to breathe around the foreign object.
But even through his pain and discomfort, Faith could feel something else. Something hot and wet and thick filling his mouth, slipping past his lips and trickling down his throat. It was Anita's piss, pouring down the length of the dildo and into his stomach. He could taste the salty, musky essence of his Master, and he couldn't help but feel both humiliated and aroused by it.
And then, just when Faith thought he couldn't take any more, Anita pulled the dildo from his mouth. "That's enough for now, Faith." She said, giving his head a gentle pat. "But remember, you still have one more task left."
Faith nodded silently, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what she was going to ask of him, and he wasn't sure if he could do it. But he also knew that disobeying his Mistress meant certain punishment, perhaps even death. So, with one last deep breath, he prepared himself for the final act.
"I'm going to fill your mouth with diarrhea, Faith." She purred, climbing back onto her toys and squeezing her asscheeks together. "And the only way you'll get it all out is by fucking my ass with your tongue."
Faith closed his eyes, taking slow deep breaths as he felt the waves of nausea and dread wash over him. But he knew this was his duty, his place in the world. His Mistress's words were his command, and he would obey them until the very end.
"Yes, Mistress Anita." He whispered, voice steady despite the trembling of his body. "I will help you."
And so, as Anita began to grind her ass down onto Faith's face, he opened his mouth and prepared himself for the onslaught of her diarrhea. He knew it would be hot and thick and disgusting, but he also knew that it was the only way to please his Mistress, to show her just how much he truly loved and worshipped her.
