Mistress Anna was a striking woman, her long legs encased in lacy black stockings and heels that accentuated her toned body. She walked with an air of confidence as she approached the toilet, her eyes fixing on the unsuspecting male slave kneeling in front of it. Today, she had an unusual treat in store for him. She held a plate filled with fresh cream pastries, which she delightedly placed on the edge of the bathtub without spilling a drop.
She looked down at the helpless man, and his eyes widened in fear as he knew what was about to happen. He recognized the plate and his stomach churned, but he remained silent, awaiting her command. Mistress Anna undid the button of her tight, leather skirt, exposing a lacy black g-string that hugged her shapely buttocks. She deliberately rubbed her crotch against his face, the scent of her warm, moist folds wafting into his nostrils, and his mouth watered involuntarily.
"Open wide, my little toilet," she purred, her voice low and seductive. The slave complied, his jaw cracking as he stretched his mouth wide enough to accommodate her plump behind. The mixture of excitement and terror coursed through his veins as he felt the round, juicy cheeks of Mistress Anna's ass pressed against his lips.
Mistress Anna moaned and grunted, her hips starting to gyrate as she took pleasure in the humiliation she was inflicting upon her slave. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, her weight forcing him deeper into the toilet bowl filled with his own feces. His tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting the faint sweetness left behind by his mistress. It was not enough for her. She moaned louder and began to rock her hips, sliding her firm ass along his nose and mouth, occasionally grinding it against his lips.
Closing his eyes, the slave tried to block out the disgusting sensation of her warm, hairy crack against his skin, focusing instead on the taste of her scent. He tried to breathe through his mouth but Mistress Anna's firm buttocks mashed it shut. He whimpered, feeling her grow wetter against his face as she picked up the pace. Her moans and gasps filled the air, mingling with the sound of water splashing.
With each thrust, she pushed more of her fullness into his face, rubbing it along his tongue and chin until they were both covered in a slick layer of saliva and filth. Her moans turned into animal-like grunts, and he knew she was close. He braced himself as she finally released a hot stream of urine directly onto his face, the sticky warmth mixing with his feces and the cream from the pastries.
Mistress Anna’s orgasm was powerful, shaking her body as she rode his face. The slave could feel her muscles contracting, her juices and waste flowing over him like a river. When she finally pulled away, she left him with a sticky mess, his face glistening with sweat and various fluids. He barely had time to catch his breath before she leaned down again, this time offering him one of the creamy pastries from the plate.
"Clean that up," she commanded him, pointing at his own mess. The slave hesitated for a moment before reaching out tentatively, dipping his finger into the creamy mixture and bringing it to his mouth. He tasted the sweetness, and for a moment, it was divine; a taste of heaven amidst all the filth. But then he remembered where it came from, and his stomach churned again.
Slowly, he licked his lips, savoring the flavor while feeling disgusted by himself and the situation. Mistress Anna watched him with amusement, her eyes glinting as she placed another pastry on his tongue. He opened his mouth to taste it, knowing that another round of degradation was just around the corner.
"Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now clean yourself up, toilet."
The slave didn't dare protest as he dove into the toilet bowl, using his hands and tongue to scrub away the evidence of their sickening encounter. He felt the filth coat his tongue and slimy against his skin as he cleaned, wishing this torment would end but also knowing deep down that he would do it all over again if Mistress Anna asked him to.
As he scrubbed, Mistress Anna lit up a cigarette, her gaze fixed on him. "Oh, and one more thing," she added casually as she blew a thick stream of smoke towards him. "I think the toilet needs one more load."
With that, she turned her back to him and exposed her ass once more, her finger already pushing into her anus, coating it with fresh feces. Her body shook as she grunted, preparing for another round of humiliation for her toilet slave. The man closed his eyes and braced himself, knowing there was no escape from his dark desires...and his mistress's twisted games.
More suggestions for SARI:
Write a narrative about a woman who is shocked to find out that her new baby monitor picks up on her steamy encounters with her partner, leading to humorous and awkward situations.
A female boss at a tech company dictates a long, boring email to her male assistant, who struggles to keep up with her fast talking and difficult tech jargon.
A girl and her puppy go on a thrilling adventure through a bustling city park, navigating obstacles and meeting new friends along the way.
A group of friends plan a surprise party for their loud-mouth friend, who loves to brag about his accomplishments but has actually never done anything noteworthy.
A grizzly bear wakes up from hibernation and is surprised to find herself in a human-sized bed, with a pile of clothes and a glass of orange juice on the nightstand. As she explores her new surroundings, she discovers she's been kidnapped by a kind-hearted couple who want to help her adjust to life outside the wild.
