Mistress Eve was standing in front of her toilet bowl, her delicate yet firm body adorned with nothing but a pair of black high heels and her signature smirk. She was aware of the anticipation building within the slave as they knelt just feet away, watching her every move. Slowly but surely, she lowered her sexy lace panties to reveal her perfect round ass cheeks and tight pussy lips. With a sultry look, she grinned devilishly at the cowering figure before her, daring them to object. Without further hesitation, she slipped off her panties and kicked them aside.
The power of ownership radiated from her every pore as she took a seat on the toilet seat, her legs spread wide. She placed one hand on the toilet bowl and allowed her golden streams of piss to cascade down into the water below. With each passing second, the slave grew increasingly uncomfortable, their eyes never leaving the fluid filling up the bowl. Finally, she finished her business and flushed, not bothering to wipe or rinse herself. Instead, she stood up and turned to face the quivering mass of humanity before her.
"You're going to eat everything I give you, slave," she purred, her voice as smooth as honey yet laced with danger. "Starting with this." Reaching out with a perfectly manicured finger, she swirled the floating mixture of urine and water around in circles. "You will consume every last drop of my piss, understand?"
The slave nodded instinctively, their mouth already watering despite themselves. Mistress Eve stepped closer, her body close enough that their breath mingled with the scent of her musky perfume. She leaned down close to their face, her generous breasts brushing against their chin. A tentative tongue flicked out, but was promptly met with a firm slap across the cheek. "Bad slave," she scolded softly, though there was a playful twinkle in her eye. "Wait till I say so."
She placed the index finger from her upturned hand in front of their lips, and watched intently as they parted them slightly. Slowly, she lowered it into their waiting mouth, watching as their tongue danced around the digit. Then, she withdrew it from their mouth and placed it back in the bowl, now submerged in the mixture she had created. Once again, she motioned for them to open wide, and they complied eagerly. With a satisfied chuckle, she guided the tip of her finger into their mouth, pushing it deeper and deeper until it reached the back of their throat.
As they gagged and struggled to breathe around her finger, Mistress Eve lifted her other hand up, now clutching a handful of wet toilet paper. She wrapped it around her finger, sealing the slave's lips tightly shut before easing the finger out of their mouth. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, revealing the soaking wet toilet paper that clung to their lips like a second skin. A wicked grin spread across her face as she stepped back, giving the slave a once-over.
"Your turn," she commanded, indicating towards the toilet with a flick of her manicured nails. Without further prompting, the slave complied, lowering their own face above the steaming bowl. The cool air hit their face as they inhaled deeply, preparing for the taste of their mistress' potion. As they opened their mouth, eager to please, she smirked and leaned in close once more. With a swift motion, she spat directly into the waiting orifice, filling their mouth with her saliva.
"Swallow every drop, slave," she ordered, her voice barely above a whisper. The slave did as they were told, their throat working frantically to try and get rid of the unwanted intruder. Finally, they managed to swallow, the taste of their mistress lingering on their tongue. Satisfied, she reached down and grabbed a nearby plunger, pulling it free from the side of the toilet. "Now, it's time for the main course."
She walked over to the slave, indicating for them to open their mouth once more. This time, however, she didn't simply drop the load directly in. Instead, she teased them, rubbing the cold rubber head of the plunger against their lips, nipples, and even their face. Finally, she thrust it deep into their mouth, pushing it past their gag reflex until only the handle was visible. She held it there for several long moments before slowly pulling back, revealing a thick rope of toilet paper wrapped around the plunger head.
The slave's stomach churned as they tried their best to keep from gagging. It wasn't easy; the taste of the paper mixed with their mistress' saliva was revolting. But they knew better than to disobey. So, they swallowed instinctively, feeling the mass slide down their throat in one gigantic lump. When it was finally gone, Mistress Eve stepped back to observe her work.
"Good boy," she purred, running a finger down the slave's cheek. "Now drink up." She stepped to the side, revealing a pitcher of water and a glass on a nearby table. With all due haste, the slave grabbed the glass and started guzzling down the contents. Once they were finished, she nodded approvingly before pointing towards the toilet once again. "Now clean up your mess."
The slave hesitated for only a moment before complying, kneeling down by the bowl and taking a deep breath. With shaking hands, they reached in and retrieved the soiled toilet paper, tossing it into the bowl along with any remaining fluid. Then, they lifted the plunger from the water and pressed it firmly against the side of the bowl, flushing forcefully.
A new wave of panic washed over them as the water levels rose and the scent of shit filled the room. But they remained stoic, determined to please their mistress. As the water receded, they reached for the toilet brush and began scrubbing furiously at the rim and the bowl itself. With each stroke, they could feel their gag reflex working overtime, but they fought through it. When they were done, the bowl sparkled in the dim light, and Mistress Eve approached once more.
She ran her hands over the slave's shoulders, praising them for their efforts. "Well done," she whispered in their ear. "Now, you may clean me." Without further ado, she stepped forward, offering her pink crevice to the slave. They moved in eagerly, tongue darting out to lap up any remaining traces of urine or feces. As they cleaned her thoroughly, focusing on every inch of her perfect skin, they could feel her hands roam across their back, her nails leaving long trails of pleasure-pain.
When they were finished, they sat back on their haunches, panting heavily. Mistress Eve smiled appreciatively, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against their forehead. "That's a good boy," she purred. "Now, stand up."
The slave did as they were told, feeling a sense of pride wash over them. They stood before her, head held high, ready to face whatever she had in store for them next. And though their stomach churned with the thought of it, they knew that they would always be hers.
