After months of dedication to Miss Lith, your mistress, you had grown accustomed to her command and control over your body. Your every move was meticulously planned out by her, from the food you ate to the clothes you wore. However, recently, she had instigated a new rule that felt a bit more uncomfortable to you: no more masturbating without her permission.
She had explained it to you over one of your regular sessions, where she monitored your every move and action through the sophisticated webcam system set up in your room. "You will be addicted to my shit," she had told you coldly, her face unreadable through the pixels on the screen. "From now on, you will only be allowed to cum looking at my asshole or my shit. No other stimulus."
The idea made you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. You had always been a private person when it came to your sexual desires, but you couldn't deny the power that her voice held over you. And so, you had agreed to the terms, knowing that disobedience would only earn you her scorn and pain.
As the days went by, you found yourself staring more and more at Miss Lith's clean, shaven asshole and imagining what it would be like to taste her feces. You would spend hours on end jerking off, feeling the build-up of cum in your throat as your eyes stayed glued to the screen. It was an intimate connection that you had never felt before, and yet it made you feel dirty and ashamed.
One evening, as you sat in front of the webcam, Miss Lith's image appeared on the screen. She was wearing a tight black latex dress that showed off her incredible figure, accentuating her every curve. Her mouth curved into a sinister smile as she saw your erection tenting through your pants. "Are you going to cum looking at me, slave?" she purred.
You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you nodded meekly. She gave a small nod of approval before leaning forward, revealing the thick bulk of her ass. "Cum for me, slave," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
And just like that, you lost control. The feeling of slipping into invisibility around her was overwhelming, and you could feel your entire body tingling with pleasure as you crescendoed towards orgasm. You could hear Miss Lith's breathing, heavy and laboured, as she watched you helplessly lose yourself to her command.
When the orgasm finally broke over you, you collapsed back in your chair, panting for breath. As the waves of pleasure subsided, you could feel a sharp sting in your throat, and you realised you had taken your cum a little too far. You winced as you looked up to find Miss Lith's cold eyes staring back at you, an amused smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Well done, slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But remember - you are my slave, and I will always be in control. Now clean yourself up and kneel before me."
You pushed yourself up from the chair and made your way over to her, your head bowed in submission. As you knelt at her feet, you couldn't help but feel the strange mix of pleasure, shame, and obedience that filled you up. This was your life now - to be Miss Lith's toilet slave, addicted to her shit and unable to control your own desires.
The End
