As soon as SubMissAnn walked into the room, she could tell that her loyal toilet was eagerly waiting for her. After all, it was time for the daily ritual of discipline and submission. With an amused smile on her lips, she made her way towards the toilet seat.
"Well, well, well," she teased, her hands resting on her curvy hips. "Are you ready for me?"
The toilet seat trembled slightly, acknowledging her presence. SubMissAnn bent down and placed her lips close to the bowl. "I hope you've been behaving yourself," she whispered before releasing a torrent of urine into the bowl.
The golden stream splashed against the porcelain, filling up the bowl to the brim. Satisfied with her first offering, she straightened up and looked down at the quivering toilet. "I think you deserve a little more," she purred, her voice low and husky.
With that, she turned around and sashayed out of the room, leaving the toilet to wonder what she had in store for it next.
A few minutes later, SubMissAnn returned, this time holding a large, steaming pile of brownies. "Here you go," she said, placing the dish on the vanity. "These are for being such a good boy."
The toilet seat quivered again, anxious to taste its treat. Without waiting for permission, it nudged closer to the brownies, eager to devour them. SubMissAnn chuckled as she watched, admiring the way the toilet seemed to worship her.
"Not so fast," she cautioned, placing a hand on the toilet's head. "We have some rules to follow first."
She stepped back and gestured for the toilet to approach the bowl. "First," she explained, "I want you to show your gratitude by sniffing your mistress's butthole."
The toilet hesitated for a moment before lowering its head and gingerly sniffing at the edge of the bowl. SubMissAnn watched with amusement as the toilet's movements grew bolder, its tongue darting out to taste her scent.
"Good boy," she said approvingly. "Now, you may have your dessert."
The toilet dived into the brownie dish with gusto, moaning in delight as it savored the sweet and salty flavors. SubMissAnn watched with pride, knowing that she had created a submissive creature that would follow her every command.
As the toilet became absorbed in its meal, SubMissAnn couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This simple act of dominance and submission had become a ritual, binding the toilet to her will. In that moment, she realized that she was more than just a dominant mistress; she was an artist, creating masterpieces out of the most unlikely subjects. And this toilet would forever be her greatest creation.
