Miss Infinity Toilet Fetish Clips: New slave smears and shit all over him
As I entered the humble abode of my latest willing participant, I couldn't help but peruse the array of latex goods scattered about the room. It was clear that this particular slave had been anticipating my arrival, as he'd gone to great lengths to prepare himself for whatever depraved desires I might have in store. His apartment was an ideal playground for the twisted fantasies that burned within me, and I couldn't wait to begin mysession.
"Strip," I ordered without preamble. My voice was a command, and he obeyed without hesitation. In moments, he stood before me, naked and vulnerable, waiting for my instructions. The latex pool in the center of the room called out to me, beckoning me to immerse myself in its cool, pliant embrace. I nodded in satisfaction and gestured for him to step into it.
As he sank into the depths of the pool, I couldn't help but admire the way he obeyed so willingly. His body was a canvas, ready for me to paint upon it with my perverse desires. I grabbed a nearby dildo and placed it between his lips, and he began sucking on it instinctively. I watched with macabre delight as he moved his head up and down in rhythm with my silent instructions.
Next, I squatted over the pool, positioning my ass directly above him. With a slick whisper of latex, I lowered myself onto the dildo in his mouth, my asshole tightening around the foreign object. The sensation of being filled in this way was indescribable, and I had to fight back a shudder of pleasure. My grip on the dildo holding him in place tightened, reveling in the power dynamic that bound us together.
My bladder was full, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do next. "Hold onto the dildo," I commanded, and he complied without question. With a wicked grin, I released my stream of urine onto his body, washing him in a wave of golden liquid. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, but it didn't last long.
I rose from my squat and motioned for him to turn over. As he flipped onto his stomach, I moved behind him, the dildo still lodged between his lips. I positioned my ass directly above his face and lowered myself again, this time using his mouth as a toilet bowl. The warm sensation of his tongue dancing against my asshole sent shivers down my spine, and with a satisfying sigh, I released the contents of my bowels onto his face.
His eyes widened in shock, but he didn't move a muscle. Instead, he remained motionless, taking in every disgusting drop. As I pulled out of him, the dildo slipped out of his mouth, coated in a mixture of saliva and shit. He looked at it with a mixture of disbelief and arousal, and I couldn't help but chuckle darkly.
"Now suck on it," I commanded, and he did as he was told. His tongue darted out to tease at the rubbery shaft, and soon enough, his face was smeared with a combination of his own cum and my feces. It was a fitting end to our session, and I couldn't wait to see where our twisted journey would take us next.
With a final nod of approval, I bid him farewell, promising to return soon. As I left his apartment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My new slave was perfect - eager, compliant, and eager to indulge in my every depraved whim. The possibilities for our next encounter were endless, and the thought of it made my heart race with anticipation.
