In Miss Medea's dirty store, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. The woman of the house, Mistress Medea, made her way down the stairs, wearing a skintight latex catsuit that hugged her voluptuous curves perfectly. Her body was on full display beneath the clear material, each inch of her hot flesh visible to all.
Her slave, who'd been kneeling patiently by the foot of the stairs, couldn't help but look on in awe as his mistress descended towards him. His heart hammered in his chest as she approached, and he felt a wave of humiliation and arousal wash over him.
Mistress Medea paused in front of the kneeling figure, looking down at him with a mix of disdain and amusement. She curled her painted red lips into a cool sneer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Rise, slave," she commanded in a voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
Reluctantly, the slave pulled himself to his feet, wincing as he felt the tension in his aching knees. He bent over at the waist, presenting his naked body to her, hoping against hope that she'd find him worthy of her attentions today.
But Mistress Medea had other plans. With a cruel smile, she reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head between her thighs. "You want to see some of what goes on under here?" she purred, her voice dark and menacing. "Then you can have a closer look."
She pushed him down onto all fours, his face pressed tight against the crotch of her latex suit. His nose was buried in the warm, damp folds of her soaking pussy, and he could feel her wetness dripping onto the floor beneath him.
"That's right, slave," she murmured, her hot breath tickling the back of his neck. "You're here for my amusement. And I'm feeling very entertained right now."
She kept him there for what felt like hours, his head buried in her crotch, his tongue lapping at her like a hungry dog. And all the while, she watched him with a predatory grin, her hands roaming over her body as if she were in the throes of some erotic fantasy.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. His mouth was dry and tasted of her sweet musk, but he couldn't bring himself to lick his lips. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, wondering what cruel punishment she had in store for him next.
But Mistress Medea only laughed. "That's enough of that," she announced, her voice lilting with amusement. "It's time for you to do your real job."
Her slave looked up at her, confusion writ large on his face. "Wh-what's that, Mistress?" he asked, his voice quavering with fear.
"I want you to lie down under the toilet seat," she replied, her tone suddenly cold and hard. "It's time for you to worship my ass like the filthy little toilet slave you are."
Without another word, Mistress Medea turned her back on him and made her way towards the bathroom. The slave followed her with his head bowed, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't help but tremble with anticipation.
When they reached the bathroom, Mistress Medea unzipped her latex suit, revealing her perfect ass to him. It was curvy and smooth, with a tiny pink thong barely concealing her perfectly round, plump buttocks. She turned her head over her shoulder and gave him a wicked grin. "Go on, slave," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I know you can't resist."
Feeling like his body wasn't his own, the slave crawled forward and placed his lips against Mistress Medea's perfect backside. He pressed his tongue into her ass crack, licking and nibbling on her tight pink skin. She sighed in pleasure as he rimmed her, her hips grinding against his face.
And then she pushed him away, forcing him to his knees. "No," she growled, her voice a low rumble. "On your back. Now."
Obediently, the slave lay down on the floor, his gaze fixed on the back of the woman he loved and feared above all else. He felt a surge of excitement as he waited for her to do something remarkable, something that would push him to his limits.
She did not disappoint. With a wicked grin, Mistress Medea straddled his hips, her wet pussy dripping onto his chest. She lowered her perfect ass onto his face, pushing his head into the floor with her weight. And then she began to take long, slow drags on her vape pen, the thick, acrid smoke filling the room until it was hard to see anything else.
As the smoke began to clear, he saw what was coming next. Mistress Medea was raising her ass into the air, exposing her tight pink asshole to his waiting tongue. He pressed his face against her, his tongue flicking out to lap at her bare hole.
"Yes," she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "That's it, slave. Lick my asshole like you mean it."
And so he did, his tongue exploring every inch of her tight, puckered hole. He like a broken record, his tongue pushing in and out of her asshole, eliciting moans of pleasure from his mistress above him.
As he licked her ass, he felt something hard and hot pressing against his lips. He opened his mouth wordlessly, letting it slide past his teeth and into his mouth. It was a long, hard turd, warm and slick with her shit. Without hesitation, he gobbled it down, the taste of shit and latex filling his mouth.
"Good boy," Mistress Medea purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now give me that handjob while you're at it."
Without waiting for him to protest, she grabbed his hand and pressed it against her wet pussy. He sank his fingers into her slippery folds, finding her swollen clit easily. He began to stroke her, his other hand frantically working at her asshole.
"That's it," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hands. "You're such a dirty little toilet. You love licking my ass and taking my shit, don't you?"
He didn't answer, because he was too busy focusing on pleasuring his mistress. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel her body tense beneath him. And then she screamed, her hips bucking wildly against his hands.
As she fell still, he reached up with his free hand and scraped at the fabric of her latex suit. He breathed in her scent, feeling the warmth of her body against his skin. And then she pulled away, leaving him alone on the dirty floor, his fingers still slick with her cum.
For a moment, he felt an odd sense of satisfaction. He'd pleased his mistress, after all. But then he remembered what she'd made him do. He'd licked her ass clean, taken her shit in his mouth, and given her a handjob. His face flushed with shame as he realized the depths of his humiliation.
