A Day of Extreme Filth and Submission with Miss Medea: Double Shit and Piss Filling for a Toilet Slave
On Valentine's Day, I, a devout admirer of the art of toilet training, embarked on a journey to push the limits of my submissive fantasies. My destination: the lair of the infamous Miss Medea, a renowned mistress in the world of ass and shit worship. My heart raced with anticipation as I knocked on her door, ready to surrender myself to her mercy and experience the depths of humiliation and pleasure she had in store for me.
As soon as I entered her dungeon, the vibrant colors, intoxicating scents, and the tapestry of BDSM paraphernalia that adorned the walls told me I was in the right place. There she was, standing tall and commanding in front of me - Miss Medea herself. Her eyes pierced through my soul, reading my every intention as she beckoned me closer. Without hesitation, I knelt before her, prepared for what would surely be an intense encounter.
Our session began with a test of my skills as a toilet slave: would I be able to lick Miss Medea's asshole clean like the obedient creature she desired? I eagerly leaned in, tongue extended, eager to please my mistress. My tongue found its way into the tight crevice between her cheeks, tracing every inch of her anus as she instructed. The taste of her ass filled my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel her approval as she moaned softly, encouraging me to continue my servitude.
Satisfied with my performance, Miss Medea moved onto the main event - filling me with her divine shit and piss. I watched in awe as she lowered her magnificent body over the living toilet, her voluptuous breasts hanging just inches from my face. She began by pouring a river of warm piss straight into my mouth, the strong scent filling my nostrils as it ran down my throat. It was an intoxicating blend of femininity and filth that left me wanting more.
Next came the moment I had been waiting for - Miss Medea's shit. She moistened her asshole with a finger, then slowly sank it deep inside, gripping my face tightly as she prepared to unleash her fecal offering. With a force that shook my body, she pushed out a massive load of shit, filling my mouth to the brim. I could feel the weight of it in my stomach, the texture against my tongue. It was both disgusting and arousing beyond belief.
Not one to be outdone, I followed suit, emptying my own bowels and producing a steaming pile of shit for my mistress. She eagerly accepted it, using both hands to scoop it up and place it inside her awaiting mouth. One look into her eyes told me she was enjoying every moment of this twisted exchange as much as I was.
To mark our special occasion, we decided to add a personal touch - a heart made of shit on my chest. Miss Medea expertly crafted the symbol of love using her index finger and thumb, smearing the warm brown paste onto my skin. It was an intimate gesture that left me feeling both humiliated and cherished at the same time.
Finally, once our bellies were full and hearts content, it was time to cleanse ourselves. We eagerly swallowed every last drop of our filthy concoctions before licking each other's assholes again, ensuring not a drop went to waste. As a reward for my obedience, Miss Medea allowed me to taste her own nectar one last time before jerking me off until I exploded all over her toilet seat.
As I left her lair that day, my mind reeling from the experience, I knew one thing for certain: my love for BDSM and ass/shit worship had reached new heights under the guidance of Miss Medea. Her meticulous training had pushed me past my limits, leaving me forever changed. And while the memory of Valentine's Day with Miss Medea will always be etched in my mind, I eagerly anticipate our next session together - wherever it may lead us into the depths of depravity.
