In a dimly lit room, you find yourself lying on the cold, hard floor, your eyes locked onto Miss Medea's shapely figure. She stands in front of you, dressed in tight black pants that hug her curves and a revealing top that shows off her ample cleavage. Her hair falls in wild curls around her shoulder and she wears a pair of shiny, knee-high overknee boots that squeak slightly as she moves.
Miss Medea squats down directly over your face, her ample butt cheeks spreading apart to reveal her supple, pink puckered asshole. You can feel a warm trickle of her urine running down your chin and into your mouth. You obediently open your mouth and start swallowing, the taste of her piss mixing with the metallic scent of your binds.
Satisfied with your cooperation, Miss Medea lets out a soft groan and leans forward, pressing her asshole against your lips. She runs her fingers through your hair, urging you to explore her crack further. You reach out tentatively, brushing against her anus, sending shivers down your spine. As you explore, you can feel the heat from her body radiating onto your face, making you all the more aware of your submission.
When she feels you're sufficiently prepared, Miss Medea pulls away slowly, teasing you by giving you a clear view of her tight pink hole. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, she presses her fist into your mouth, forcing her turd into your gaping maw. You can feel the thick, warm mass pushing past your lips and filling your mouth, the taste of feces mixing with the salty remnants of her urine.
Choking on the disgusting food, you squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe through your nose, but Miss Medea is too fast for you. She leans forward again, her breasts almost spilling out of her top as she presses against you. With a wicked grin, she reaches down and grabs your cock through your pants, squeezing it gently.
"Swallow, my toilet slave," she hisses, her breath hot against your ear. "Or do you want to stay like this, trapped between my ass cheeks and a flaccid cock?"
You know the drill by now. You force yourself to swallow the thick, fecal mass, choking back bile as you do so. When you finally manage to swallow, Miss Medea releases your throbbing cock, allowing it to flop back against your stomach.
"That's a good boy," she croons, standing up and stepping away. Her boots make a distinctive squeaking sound as she walks towards the bathroom. She turns and waves at you, a wicked grin plastered across her face. "Don't forget, slave. If you don't want to spend the rest of the night like this, you better keep your cock hard."
And with that, she disappears into the bathroom, leaving you alone to lust after your disgusting fetish and the woman who enslaves you.
