Mistress Mystique, also known as Mistress M, was a stunning woman known for her captivating voice and intimidating aura. She had built a reputation as an authority figure in the world of mindcontrol and erotic hypnosis. In her studio, Mistress M lured her subjects into her sinful world where they became puppets to her every whim.
One day, she decided to explore a new kind of submission, one that involved toilet play. She wanted to see if she could convince someone that they were nothing more than a toilet bowl, and have them willingly and humiliatingly live up to that role.
Mistress M began by inviting her subject, Sam, into her studio. Sam was a young man who had always been fascinated by Mistress M's power over him. He had willingly submitted to her before, knowing that he would be pushed to his limits and beyond.
As soon as Sam entered the room, Mistress M began her hypnotic induction. She spoke in a soothing, yet commanding voice that quickly had Sam's attention. He felt himself drifting away from reality, being pulled deeper into her world.
"You are a toilet bowl," she said to him. "You exist solely to serve me and be used as I wish. You are nothing more than a hollow vessel, waiting to be filled with my waste."
Sam felt himself agreeing with her words, even though a part of him protested. He found himself visualizing himself as a toilet bowl, feeling the weight of Mistress M's ass on his rim, hearing the liquid sloshing around inside of him.
"Let yourself be carried by my voice," Mistress M continued. "Feel yourself morphing into a toilet bowl. Your ass is now the rim of the bowl. You are my personal toilet, and my shit is yours to consume."
Sam moaned as he felt his own ass vibrate, becoming more and more like a toilet bowl. He knew that he had no control over himself, that he was completely hers.
"Now, open wide," Mistress M ordered. "Let me fill you up with my shit."
Sam's mouth opened wide, and a moment later, he felt warm liquid flowing into his mouth. He swallowed reflexively, feeling his stomach churn as the taste of shit filled him.
"That's a good toilet bowl," Mistress M purred, her voice filled with approval. "Now, clean yourself up. Lick every inch of your insides, making sure there's not a single trace of my shit left."
Sam began to move his tongue, exploring his own insides as if they were a toilet bowl. He cleaned himself thoroughly, licking every last drop of Mistress M's shit from his insides.
As he finished, he looked up at Mistress M, waiting for her next command. She smiled down at him, her power and control over him still making his mind race.
"Very well, my little toilet bowl," she said calmly. "Now, you may rest until I have need of you again."
Sam didn't move, content to remain a toilet bowl for as long as Mistress M desired it. His mind was blank, his will broken, his body at her mercy. In this state, he knew there was no place he'd rather be than right here, serving his Mistress to the best of his ability.
The End.
