Slave, did you practice what we discussed earlier? I hope so. You know what's expected of you now. You're going to serve me the way a slave should - with complete devotion and submission.
As I walk into the room, I see you on your knees, eyes cast down, waiting for my command. Your mouth is already open in anticipation of what's to come. Wordlessly, I hand you the strap-on, indicating that it's time for you to begin your first lesson as my toilet slave.
You know the drill by now - you're going to allow yourself to be fucked in the ass until I decide that you are ready for what comes next. You are to serve me in any way that I deem fit, whether that means acting as a human toilet or being used as a urinal.
I place you on the floor, spreading your legs wide open, exposing your tight asshole as I take my position behind you. Slowly, I push the head of the strap-on against your hole, enough to make you gasp but not enough to penetrate you fully.
"Are you ready to serve me?" I ask, my voice echoing in your ears.
Your reply is immediate and unwavering: "Yes, Mistress."
I push forward, forcing my way inside of you with one swift motion. You gasp as your body stretches to accommodate my size, but you don't resist. In fact, you welcome it - you crave to be filled by me in any way that I desire.
I start pounding into you, my hips slapping against your ass cheeks with each forceful thrust. Your moans fill the room, muffled by the mattress underneath us. But they aren't enough for me.
"Lick your own ass," I command, reaching down and grabbing a handful of your hair. Obediently, you extend your tongue and begin to lap at your own loose anal ring. Your tongue flicks against your skin, tasting your own excretions as you clean your own asshole for your Mistress' pleasure.
I can feel your ass loosening around my cock - you're starting to get used to the size of me, beginning to understand what it means to truly serve. I pull out slowly, then abruptly shove back in, going deeper than before.
"Your ass is getting bigger for me, isn't it?" I whisper in your ear, teeth grazing against your lobe. Your body shudders in response, unable to form words but still managing a nod.
I continue pounding into you, harder and faster, until my orgasm takes hold. With one last powerful thrust, I release my cum deep inside of you, feeling you pulse around my cock as it fills you up completely.
Slowly, I pull out, leaving my cum in your ass as I withdraw the strap-on. I kneel down in front of you, my cock now free from its confines. Your mouth opens wider, ready to receive what comes next.
I place the head of my cock against your lips, feeling your warmth against my skin. You part your lips obediently, taking as much of me into your mouth as you can. I watch as you push your tongue against the bottom of my cock, cleaning off any residual drops of my cum that may have escaped your ass.
"That's a good little toilet slave," I murmur, stroking my fingers through your hair. I began to move slowly, thrusting in and out of your mouth as I taste the heady mix of your saliva and my own cum.
Your eyes are locked onto mine, pleading for more. I push further into your throat, feeling you gag slightly as I reach deeper into your mouth. You want this - you need this.
Finally, I pull out, leaving a string of saliva connecting us as I step back. You collapse onto the floor, breath heavy, heart racing. Your mouth is still open, waiting for the next command, the next piece of shit to consume.
"Very well done," I praise you. You look up at me, eyes gleaming with gratitude. This is what you signed up for - to serve your Mistress in any way that she desires. And desires you do.
I walk over to a pile of shit that sits nearby, picked at random from the toilet bowl. I smile, knowing what it means to you to be given such an honor. I pick up a piece of it, holding it out to you.
"Come, my toilet slave," I command. "Eat my shit."
Without hesitation, you scramble over to me, positioning your mouth just beneath the piece of shit. I release it from my fingers, watching as it falls into your open mouth. You close your lips around it, swallowing as much as you can.
"Again," I say, smirking down at you.
You open your mouth wide, eager for more. I drop another piece of shit into your mouth, this time a bit larger than the first. You swallow again, eyes closed as you savor the taste of your Mistress' shit.
"Good boy," I murmur, reaching down to stroke your cheek. You blush, unable to believe how much you crave this feeling. How much you need to serve your Mistress in any way that she desires.
The rest of the day passes with similar rituals - me feeding you my shit, you thanking me for it, me urinating on your face or in your mouth when I feel like it. You eat every last drop, swallowing it all down with a smile on your face.
As the sun sets, I crawl into bed, waiting for you to crawl in beside me. I roll over, presenting my ass to you. You crawl closer, tongue already reaching for me.
"Lick my ass clean," I murmur, closing my eyes as I feel the warmth of your tongue against my skin. "And then suck on my tits to sleep."
You do as you are commanded, licking and kissing your way up my spine until you reach my breasts. You take one into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, drawing milk from my engorged nipples.
Together, we fall asleep, you nestled between my legs, your nose buried in my crotch. Tomorrow will bring new commands, new tasks for you to complete as my loyal toilet slave. But for now, you are safe in your Mistress' embrace.
