Mistress Anna's apartment was buzzing with excitement. The Australian toilet slave had arrived, and she was eager to begin his training. She had acquired him through online interactions and paid a hefty sum to have him flown in from the other side of the world. As he stepped into her luxurious abode, his heart raced with anticipation and dread for what lay ahead.
As he bowed before her, she gazed down at him with an air of dominance. His tongue flicked out nervously, eager to please yet terrified of the potential humiliations that awaited him. Mistress Anna walked over to her toilet, lifted the seat, and sat down. "Today's the day you become mine," she said confidently, revealing her glistening asshole to him.
She ordered him to get on his knees and start worshipping her backdoor, which he did without hesitation. He pushed his face as close as possible, taking in the intoxicating scent of her ass and licking along the tight entrance. His tongue darted deeper, tracing the internal folds and lapping up any remaining drops of her pussy juice. It wasn't long before she felt aroused by his attentions—her muscles tightened around her anus, signalling she was ready.
"Now," she commanded, pulling her underwear down. "Eat my shit."
The slave hesitated for a moment, taking in the enormity of what he was about to do. But under the pressure of her gaze, he opened his mouth wide and took in a mound of his Mistress's feces. It was warm and squishy against his tongue, its metallic taste making him wince. She grinned as he struggled to swallow, encouraging him to take bigger bites until his face was covered in her excrement. Once satisfied, she ordered him to clean up and get ready for his next task.
With a bucket nearby, the trembling slave licked and sucked every last trace of shit from her bottom. He used his tongue like a brush to scrub every inch, warm and wet from all the saliva produced by his sensitive mouth. His face flushed red from both embarrassment and the humiliation of being at her beck and call.
Finally, she sighed in contentment, announcing that it was time for his real test. She produced a fresh stool sample and upended the bowl over his head. This was a massive load, big enough to choke a horse, but he opened wide to receive it. Crumbled bits of toilet paper mingled with his Mistress's shit as it poured into his mouth. He gagged and choked, tears streaming down his face, yet he didn't stop swallowing until she told him to stop.
"Good boy," she praised, patting his head gently. "Now lick me clean." She pointed to her wet pussy and smiled cruelly.
The slave knelt before her once more, lap at the ready. He licked delicately at first before working up a fury of licks as if trying to wash away the taste of his own humiliation. It took him many minutes to clean her perfectly.
When he was finished, Mistress Anna's smile broadened. "You passed your first test," she purred, stroking his head tenderly. "But there's more work to do." She told him about her plans for future videos involving another girl, Goddess Alice, and their combined shits. "Soon, you won't be able to tell which shit belongs to who," she taunted.
And so it began—day after day of degradation and humiliation for the Australian toilet slave. Every morning, he awoke eagerly anticipating what new tasks Mistress Anna would demand from him. Would it be eating her shit with a fork or putting it in his underwear? Would it be licking up her pussy juice or sucking on a week-old tampon? Whatever it was, he knew he'd do it without question. For in this world of toilet slavery, there was no escape and no mercy—only the woman on the throne ruling over him with an iron fist and a steady stream of feces.
