Mistress Anna Toilet: 50 Suck shit from my finger
As the daylight crept in through Mistress Anna's chambers, you knew it was time to prepare for your morning routine. Your stomach churned with anticipation and dread, knowing what was expected of you as her toilet slave.
You approached your mistress's throne room, your heart pounding in your chest. As you knelt before her, you gazed upon the goddess who would rule over your humiliation this day. Her long, luxurious hair cascaded down her back, creating a tapestry of black and gold that rivaled any royal court in history. Her emerald green eyes pierced through your soul—reminding you of your place in her world.
She spoke with a commanding yet seductive tone, "Open your mouth wide for me, slave."
Quickly, you parted your lips, revealing your tongue like a red carpet laid out before her. The scent of her exotic perfume filled your nostrils as she leaned closer, grazing her fingers against your skin. You trembled as you felt her touch, knowing what was coming next.
"Suck my finger clean, toilet slave," she commanded. You lowered your head, taking her finger into your mouth and gently sucking on it. Your saliva mixed with her perfume, creating a unique and sickly-sweet aroma.
"Very good, slave," she praised, pulling her finger away from your mouth.
Your mistress stood up, untying the robe that covered her slender frame. She stood before you naked, her body glistening in the morning light. Your eyes widened as you beheld her perfection—every inch of her was flawless and tempting.
"Get ready, slave," she said, her voice taking on a new edge of authority. You scrambled to position yourself for what was to come next.
Your mistress lowered herself onto the golden throne, spreading her legs wide open. Her asshole was still slightly moist from her recent activity, emitting a musky aroma that filled the room. You could see droplets of her piss dripping onto the floor, reminding you of your place as her toilet.
"Tongue-kiss me, toilet slave," she commanded, panting slightly. You approached her, leaning in close to taste her asshole. Your tongue flicked out, dancing over her puckered hole. It was hot and slick with anticipation, ready for you to taste her again.
Without warning, she pushed your face into her ass, forcing your tongue to penetrate her tight anal walls. You moaned around her, tasting her sweet ass mixed with the metallic tang of her recent bowel movement. Your nose pressed against her soft, warm skin, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her asshole.
"Fuck, yes!" she cried out, bucking her hips against your face. Her asshole clamped down on your tongue, milking you for her pleasure. Your eyes watered as you struggled to breathe through her tight grip.
Finally, she pulled away, allowing you to gasp for air. You looked up at her, covered in her scent and saliva, ready for your next command.
"Clean me up, toilet slave," she said with a smile, spreading her legs even wider. You knew what was expected of you—to clean her asshole with your tongue until it was spotless.
You approached her cautiously, not wanting to anger your mistress. She watched you intently, her emerald eyes piercing through your soul. With each lick and flick of your tongue, you could feel her power flow through you, making you harder and more aroused.
As you worked your tongue against her tender skin, you could feel her walls soften and relax, allowing you deeper access to her most intimate places. Your nose pressed against her asshole, allowing you to breathe in her unique scent as you worked.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, you looked up at her, awaiting her approval. She nodded once, her eyes darkening with desire.
"Good job, toilet slave. Now, come here and worship my asshole."
You moved closer, kneeling between her legs. Your eyes locked on her asshole, beholding the beauty and power it held over you. You leaned in close, pressing your face against her warm, soft skin.
"You're such a good toilet slave," she murmured softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Tell me how much you love being my toilet."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt her words wash over you. You reached up, taking her hand in yours, pressing it against your mouth.
"I love being your toilet, Mistress Anna," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Your ass is all I think about. I would do anything for you."
A slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. "Anything for me, toilet slave?" she purred, leaning closer. "Anything at all?"
You could feel the heat building inside you, the desire coursing through your veins. "Yes, Mistress Anna," you murmured back. "I would do anything for you."
And with that, she leaned back, pulling you onto the golden throne with her. Her asshole was now within easy reach, beckoning you to claim it as your own.
You did not hesitate. You plunged your face into her ass, kissing her with a tongue that was now your own. She moaned loudly, her body shuddering with pleasure as she basked in the devotion of her toilet slave.
As the morning wore on, you found yourself lost in the world of Mistress Anna's asshole. Each lick, each kiss, was a testament to your loyalty and desire for her. You knew that this was where you belonged, kneeling at her feet, worshipping her ass till the end of time.
