As the door to the plush bathroom opened, Mistress Anita strode in confidently, her gaze sweeping over the old-fashioned clawfoot tub that dominated the room. She wore a revealing silk robe that did little to conceal the curves of her body, the soft material hugging her legs and flaring out behind her. Her luscious red hair was pulled up in a messy bun, tendrils cascading down her neck like fiery strands of wire. Boredom and lust burned within her as she contemplated what form of entertainment to indulge in next.
Suddenly, her gaze settled on a tweet from one of her loyal toiletslaves. The thought of using him as a human toilet bowl had crossed her mind before, but this time, it seemed like the perfect opportunity. After all, she was feeling particularly gassy from her late-night dinner of pizza and wine. She stepped over to the vanity, tapped a command into her smartphone and sent the command to her toiletslave.
A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. She sauntered over, throwing open the door with a smirk on her face. There he stood, looking up at her with wide eyes filled with fear and anticipation. His face was instantly recognizable - a young man with doe-like eyes and smooth, pale skin. He wore nothing but a collar around his neck, his body trembling slightly in anticipation of what might come next.
"Come," she purred, stepping aside to allow him entry. As he reluctantly crossed the threshold, his nose was immediately overwhelmed by the sharp scent of sulfur from her recent bowel movement. Mistress Anita chuckled darkly, watching as the realization dawned on his face.
"You're here for me," she whispered, her voice dripping with sinister delight. She motioned for him to lower himself onto the floor and then positioned herself over his quivering form. His eyes were wide with fear as she slowly, teasingly pulled down her robe, revealing her plump, round ass cheeks teased by the thin fabric of her thong. Then she moaned softly and released a fart into his face.
He choked on the pungent smell, gagging once before blurting out, "Thank you, Mistress." She laughed, leaning down and pressing her lips against his, the taste of her fart lingering on their lips. Then she lowered herself onto the floor, straddling him so that her weight settled across his shoulders and her sweaty folds pressed against the flesh of his neck. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, she began to release, filling him up with her warm feces.
Time seemed to stand still as he struggled to contain the overwhelming sensation of fullness and the stifling smell. Minutes ticked by before she finally pulled out with a loud plop, leaving him covered in her waste. She stood up and kicked him hard in the ribs, sending him sprawling across the floor. She stepped over him, daintily wiping her asshole with a tissue before dropping it into his mouth.
"Now clean that off," she snarled, her voice devoid of any emotion. Obediently, he reached over to the tissue and began lapping at the mess, his tongue tracing the crevices of her anus as he tried to clean himself. Mistress Anita watched with dispassion until she heard the sound of her phone buzzing again. With a sigh, she went to the vanity to tend to the next command.
Another tweet from another toiletslave awaited her commands. This one would be different though; this one would be used for her pleasure rather than her mess. She left the bathroom, heading deeper into the opulent mansion, her high heels clacking against the polished marble floor.
As she entered the dimly lit room, she saw her toiletslave kneeling on a silver platter, his head bowed. His eyes flicked up to hers, hope and longing in their depths. She smiled wickedly and walked circles around him, running her hands over his smooth skin. She motioned for him to lift his head and noticed a fresh bowl of water and a soft-bristled brush next to him.
"Spread your legs," she commanded and he did so without hesitation, revealing his soft, pink hole. She knelt down between his legs and inserted the brush into his hole, scrubbing it vigorously. The water turned brownish-yellow with each stroke, revealing just how much he'd been using this spot for her amusement. Without warning, she pulled out the brush and held it up for him to see. "Swallow," she growled.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, gulping down the mixture of lube and toilet waste. She watched with satisfaction as he coughed and sputtered, trying to get the nasty taste out of his mouth. Then she pulled him close, gently pressing her lips against his before thrusting her tongue into his mouth. It was a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. Satisfied, she stood up and nodded at him, "Good boy."
The toiletslave remained kneeling there long after she'd left the room, head bowed in submission. Outside the bathroom door, Mistress Anita licked her lips slowly, her whole body tingling with pleasure. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to quell the excitement that threatened to overwhelm her. But there was one more thing on her mind...
Walking naked to the toilet, Mistress Anita took a deep breath and released a torrent of diarrhea into the bowl. It was thick and chunky, with a distinctly fecal scent that wafted up towards her face. With a chuckle, she flushed the toilet, watching as the water swirled around the waiting toiletslave's face. As he began lapping at her waste, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude for these pathetic individuals who found pleasure in her filth.
Bringing herself to climax, Mistress Anita realized that this was just another day in her life as a dominant mistress. It was incredible how much power one held over another with nothing more than a tweet or post on social media. She couldn't imagine going back to a normal life now that she'd tasted this kind of control. She walked away from the toilet, humming softly to herself as she headed towards her next conquest.
