Mistress Anna Toilet Presents: An Australian Slave's Morning 'Breakfast' with His Mistress
As the sun rose, Mistress Anna, the reigning queen of toilet slavery in Europe, prepared for her latest conquest. Today, she would be joined by a slave newly arrived from Australia, eager to serve as her personal human toilet bowl.
The slave, kneeling before her, eyes downcast and filled with anticipation, could only imagine what was in store for him. Mistress Anna was renowned for her extravagant and messy toilet sessions; he had heard tales of her forcing slaves to clean up after herself, their faces covered in a thick layer of feces and urine.
"Stand up," Mistress Anna commanded, her voice low and authoritative. The slave rose slowly, trembling slightly at the thought of what was to come. Mistress Anna approached him, her body language exuding confidence and dominance. She eyed him up and down, taking in his appearance before speaking again.
"You are here to serve me," she said sternly, "and that means you will do everything I ask without question. Do you understand?"
The slave nodded meekly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, Mistress Anna," he whispered.
With that, Mistress Anna turned and walked toward the bathroom, beckoning for the slave to follow. He did so, his eyes constantly darting between her perfect ass cheeks - a sight that both terrified and excited him beyond measure.
Upon entering the bathroom, Mistress Anna turned to face him, her ass pointed directly at him once again. "Take off your clothes," she commanded coldly. The Australian slave hesitated for only a moment before obeying, quickly stripping down to reveal his naked form for her inspection.
Mistress Anna examined him thoroughly, running her hands over his body and squeezing his cock and balls before ordering him to kneel before her once again. "Now lick my asshole," she growled, spreading her cheeks wide open to reveal her puckered anus.
The slave knelt obediently, tongue running along the tight ring of muscle that marked Mistress Anna's divine perfection. As he licked, he could feel her pushing against his tongue, demanding deeper penetration and greater pleasure. Soon enough, she was moaning softly, her pussy growing wet with anticipation.
"Good boy," Mistress Anna purred, her voice thick with desire. "Now it's time for your breakfast."
With that, she turned and squatted over a toilet bowl, her asshole glistening with anticipation. The slave watched in awe as she pushed out a massive turd, its size rivaling that of any meal he had ever seen. It was covered in shimmering mucus and a thick layer of feces, an unappetizing yet irresistible sight for him.
Without hesitation, the slave opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, waiting for Mistress Anna to deliver her divine gift. As expected, she did not disappoint; she lowered the turd onto his tongue, allowing it to slide down his throat as she commanded him to swallow.
The taste was both nauseating and exhilarating; a cocktail of stale urine, feces, and God knows what else mixed together in his mouth. But he swallowed eagerly, taking every last morsel of her offering into himself.
"Good boy," Mistress Anna purred again, her voice vibrating with approval. She rose from her squat, turning to face the Australian slave once again. "Now it's time for the real feast."
With that, she produced another turd, this one even larger than the first. She pushed it straight into his mouth, filling him up to the point of bursting. As he struggled to contain her offering, she lifted him up by his hair, forcing him to stand tall even as his stomach churned with disgust and anticipation.
And so it continued: Mistress Anna, the Queen of Toilet Slavery, feasting on her own feces while her loyal slave dutifully cleaned her asshole and begged for more. By the end of their session, both were covered in a thick layer of filth, their bodies aching with pleasure and exhaustion.
As the sun set and the slave crawled back to his humble corner of the room, he knew that he had just witnessed something truly remarkable. He had served his Mistress Anna well, and in return, she had shown him a world of depravity and dominance unlike anything he could have ever imagined.
And so, with a sense of awe and humility, the Australian slave crawled away, eagerly anticipating his next opportunity to serve at the feet - and in the mouth - of his divine Mistress Anna.
