Once in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and began to use the toilet. As I did so, I glanced around and noticed something off about the reflection in the mirror.
To my shock and disgust, there stood you - a pathetic figure with your tongue hanging out in anticipation, ready to worship my asshole. Your eyes were filled with desire as you watched me plop a cheeky turd into the water before flushing it away.
I couldn't believe my eyes. What kind of sick, perverted faggot were you anyway? I stood up and faced you in the mirror, letting you feast your eyes on my sweaty body covered in filth. "What do you want, toilet slave?" I spat at you, disgusted by your presence.
Your reply was heartfelt and filled with desperation. "Please, Master," you pleaded, near tears now. "Let me lick your asshole clean." You threw yourself at my feet, your tongue darting out hungrily towards my ass.
I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of power as I watched you beg so pathetically. "Maybe," I said, toying with your emotions. "But first, you have to prove that you truly are worthy of touching my divine ass."
You nodded eagerly, ready for anything. "You want me to smell my farts?" You asked hesitantly.
I laughed maniacally at your inability to conceal your lust. "Of course!" I scoffed. "What else could be more revolting?" I released a satisfyingly loud fart, bubbles forming on my asshole as it filled the room with a noxious stench.
Your face lit up with excitement as you leaned in closer, eagerly inhaling the foul smell. "That's it, slave!" I taunted you, bending over and presenting my ass for you to admire. "Now give me that tongue of yours!"
You quickly obliged, diving headfirst into your newfound role as my personal ass slave. Your tongue danced across my asshole, licking up every last drop of my fart gas while I watched with a smug grin. "Good boy," I purred, slapping your head gently before turning to wash my hands.
As I stepped away from the toilet, you didn't hesitate for a moment – your tongue was out the instant you had a chance to lap at my ass once more. It wasn't long until I was satisfied with your work and allowed you to clean yourself up too.
As we stood there, face to face in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of power. You were mine, my toilet slave, and nothing could ever change that. I leaned in closer, our noses almost touching, and whispered confidentially: "Just remember who owns this ass, slave."
