It was still dark outside when he woke up with a start. His heart raced as he slowly opened his eyes, taking in his new surroundings. He was lying on a cold, hard floor, positioned under a toilet bowl. The room was pitch black except for a small ray of light seeping through the crack of a bathroom stall door beside him.
He groaned, remembering the events of the previous day. He had met a beautiful woman at a bar who he had shared a few drinks with. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, he was being dragged back to her place. She introduced herself as Mistress ScatqueensBerlin, and she had a very unique fetish for toilets.
She had told him that he was now her toilet slave, and that meant he had to sleep in the bathroom and use the toilet as his bed. Slowly, the events of the night came flooding back to him. He had been made to perform degrading acts on her toilet, and she had promised worse things if he didn't obey her.
He heard the door creak open, and his eyes widened as the figure of his new Mistress emerged from the darkness. She was as stunning as ever, wearing nothing but a slinky black dress that hugged her perfectly proportioned body. She stepped over his prone form, her gaze cold and unflinching as she approached the toilet.
Without saying a word, she took aim and unleashed a powerful stream of urine into the bowl. The stench was overwhelming, but he couldn't look away. His eyes were fixed on the sight of her golden liquid splashing into the water. She finished, flushed the toilet, and then turned her attention back to him.
She knelt down next to him, her face just inches away from his. He tried to avoid her gaze but was unable to resist the pull of those captivating eyes. She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his earlobe. "I think it's time to wake you up, toilet slave," she whispered into his ear. "I need you."
With a swift kick to his side, she pushed him off the ground and onto his knees in front of her. His body trembled with anticipation as he looked up at her, waiting for her next command. His mouth was already watering at the thought of what might be coming next.
Mistress ScatqueensBerlin reached down and grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She teasingly ran her fingers over his chest before snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Wake up, toilet slave," she commanded in a harsh whisper. "Take care of your mistress's morning business."
The words sent shivers down his spine. He knew what he had to do, and it filled him with both fear and excitement. Slowly, he leaned forward and extended his tongue, waiting for her to give him the go-ahead. She smiled wickedly before leaning forward as well, her asshole inches from his face.
Without warning, she lowered herself down onto his tongue, pressing her ass firmly against his face. He felt her warmth and moisture envelop him as he began licking her anus. It was the most degrading thing he had ever done, but somehow, it felt right. He was hers, and she would do with him as she pleased.
He continued to lick her, working his tongue in and out of her tight hole, sucking on her rim when she allowed it. He could feel her body shudder in pleasure, and it only fueled his desire to please her more. She moaned, her fingers digging into his scalp as she pushed him deeper into her ass.
After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled away and stood up, her asshole glistening with his saliva. She turned around, presenting her pussy to him. Without being told, he knew what he had to do. He crawled over to her, ready to taste her sweet nectar.
She spread her legs wide, granting him access to her dripping wet pussy. He lunged forward, his tongue plunging deep inside of her. She cried out in pleasure as he licked and sucked on her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm.
She came undone, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Finally, she pulled away, breathing heavily. "Very good, toilet slave," she said between gasps for air. "Now, clean yourself up before we start your day."
Slowly, he stood up, feeling the weight of his exhaustion threatening to pull him back down. He looked at her, hoping for some sort of reassurance or praise, but all he found was her stern gaze. He knew that he had pleased her, but there was always more to be done.
With a deep sense of foreboding, he made his way across the room to the shower. He turned on the water, steeling himself for what was to come. He knew that his life had changed forever, and he was willing to do whatever it took to serve his Mistress, even if it meant taking on the most degrading tasks imaginable.
