As mistress Anna walked into her lavish bathroom, she knew exactly what she wanted from her toilet slave. She casually sat down on him, her soft rear end resting comfortably on his muscled chest as he waited excitedly for her next command. She smirked down at him, knowing full well the humiliation he felt being used in such a degrading manner.
Shifting her weight slightly, Anna guided his head towards her ass, and he opened his mouth obediently. She smiled as she felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin, and then leaned forward a bit, releasing a satisfyingly large log of shit into his eagerly waiting mouth. He chewed slowly and methodically, savoring every bite of his mistress's excrement while she watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
After several minutes, Anna finally allowed him to swallow the mass, giggling as he closed his eyes and shook his head, clearly struggling to keep it down. She stood up from his lap, her legs parting slightly as she stretched out her long, elegant body. Her toilet slave waited patiently on all fours, eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for her next command.
With a wicked grin, Anna crouched down in front of him, her hands going straight to his cage. She chuckled darkly as she unlocked it, freeing his cock from its prison. "Time for some entertainment, my little pet," she purred, her breath hot against his throbbing member. She roughly grabbed hold of him and pulled him into her pussy, moaning softly as she felt him fill her up completely.
As she rode him hard, Ana smirked down at him, feeling him growing weaker and more defeated with each passing moment. She knew exactly how to strip away his dignity, reduce him to nothing more than a pathetic excuse for a human being. And she loved every second of it.
When she finally came, it was with a shout that echoed through the room, her powerful orgasm shaking her body and seeming to drain the last bits of willpower from her toilet slave. As she collapsed onto his chest once again, she could feel his heart racing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was then that she knew he was truly hers, completely broken and willing to do anything she desired. "Good boy," she whispered, patting him on the head like a loyal pet before standing up and striding away, leaving him there, spent and used once again.
