Anna's mistress, Mistress Anna, had been enjoying her evening drinks and watching television when she decided to make a request of her loyal pet. She walked over to him, still in his gimp suit and collar, and told him to prepare for his nighttime visit to the toilet.
He knew what this meant; it was time for him to be used as a human toilet by his mistress. With a heavy heart but complete obedience, he crawled towards the bathroom, dragging his chains behind him. As he waited for his mistress' arrival, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation wash over him.
Moments later, Mistress Anna entered the room, her long gown flowing behind her. She approached her pet and ordered him to kneel down next to the toilet bowl. He did as he was told, knowing that disobedience would lead to punishment.
As she removed her panties, revealing her bare cunt to him, he could see the disdain in her eyes. She took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself onto his face, forcing him to inhale her musky scent and getting a face full of her pussy juices. She began to urinate into the toilet bowl while he awkwardly positioned himself to receive her hot piss onto his face and into his mouth.
After she finished, she stood up and pushed him forward onto his stomach, before pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his ass. She teased him for a moment before positioning herself above him and slowly lowering her ass onto his face.
"Smell it," she commanded him, "smell my asshole." Her feces-coated asshole was positioned directly above his nostrils, and he could feel her warm excretions dripping onto his face. He obediently inhaled deeply, his mind reeling from the shame and depravity of his situation.
Mistress Anna began to take slow, deep breaths as she prepared to release a massive shit onto her pet's face. Her stomach rumbled and shook, and seconds later, a large turd descended onto his face. He opened his mouth in a silent scream as the hot, sticky feces filled it, running down his throat as he tried to swallow it all.
As she finished, she stood up and admired her work, a sadistic smile on her face. She brushed off the excess feces from his face and body, then turned to leave. Before exiting the room, she looked back at him one last time.
"Don't forget to clean up my mess," she said coldly. She left him there, alone with his thoughts and his mistress' filth covering his body. He waited for her return, knowing that he would be her toilet once again.
