I had always been fascinated by the extraordinary, and Little Mistress certainly fit the bill. She was a stunning Chinese woman with an insatiable appetite for the most deviant of acts. Little did I know that one day, I would become her personal toilet slave.
The story began when I stumbled upon one of her scat videos on the internet. I was immediately drawn in by her beauty and the taboo nature of her content. I couldn't believe my eyes when she used a young man as her personal toilet, forcing him to swallow her feces and urine.
Determined to experience this firsthand, I flew to China and presented myself at her doorstep. To my surprise, she agreed to make me her toilet slave. At first, I was terrified but also thrilled by the prospect. Little did I know what horrors were in store for me.
The first thing Little Mistress did was to train me like a dog. She made me crawl around on all fours, eat her used tampons and panty liners, and even drink her menstrual blood. The worst part was when she taught me to open my mouth and let her poop fall straight in. At first, I gagged and struggled, but she was relentless, shoving my face deeper into the mess until I had no choice but to swallow.
It got worse from there. She started to use me more and more, making me drink her piss and eat her shit until it became a regular part of my daily routine. I had become completely addicted to the rush of humiliation and degradation that came with serving as her toilet.
One day, I pushed myself too far and couldn't handle any more. I retched and vomited, desperately trying to expel the disgusting filth from my body. Little Mistress watched with amusement as her precious waste was splattered across the floor.
Instead of showing pity, she smiled coldly and told me that I still had a long way to go. She removed a large, silver butt plug from a drawer and ordered me to insert it into my anus, warning me that this was just the beginning of my training.
I did as I was told, wincing in pain as the anal beads stretched my sphincter to its limits. Little Mistress stood over me, admiring her handiwork as she began to take a shit. I knew what was coming next and braced myself for the inevitable.
This time, she took her time, pushing the feces out in slow, diameter-filled mounds. Each time she reached the end, she'd force another piece in, making sure that every last inch of me was filled with her waste. Finally, she stood up, grabbed my head, and forced my mouth open, letting the pile of shit fall straight in.
I couldn't believe it - the disgusting lump in my mouth, the nauseating smell assaulting my nostrils, and the warmth spreading through my body. Little Mistress watched intently as I struggled to keep the poop in my mouth. It stayed there for what felt like an eternity before slowly making its way down my throat, coating my tongue and teeth with its foul taste.
She laughed as she saw me struggling to swallow, but eventually, it all went down. And so began another day of servitude under the beautiful but twisted Little Mistress.
