As I entered the dingy toilet stall, I was greeted by the weak, pathetic whimpers of my newest toilet slave. His face was buried deep between my legs, his nose buried in my cunt as he attempted to cleanse it with his tongue. I chuckled darkly, reveling in his misery and submission.
"Oh, how sweet," I cooed, running my fingers through my long, luxurious hair. "A toilet slave so eager to please his mistress."
The slave continued to lick and clean, oblivious to my presence or the smile that had now curved across my lips. I shifted slightly, feeling the familiar pressure building in my bowels. Without warning, I let loose a torrent of diarrhea, a warm, stinking stream that poured forth and filled the slave's mouth with hot, sticky filth.
"Swallow," I commanded, my voice cold and hard as steel. "Every last drop."
The slave hesitated for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed in disgust and humiliation. But then he did as he was told, forcing the foul-tasting sludge down his throat as I grinned maliciously down at him.
"That's a good little slave," I purred, leaning in close so that my breasts pressed against his sweaty, trembling body. "Now it's time to clean up the rest of me."
I stood up, stepping out of the stall and walking over to the sink. The slave followed blindly, still clinging to the foul taste of my shit in his mouth. I turned on the tap and filled a bowl with water, then reached down and grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back so that his face was pressed against the cool porcelain.
"Now," I said darkly, my voice echoing in the small room. "Let's see if you can fit any more of my filth in that pretty mouth of yours."
I shoved his face into the water, forcing his mouth open and drowning him in a flood of cold, clean water. He sputtered and coughed, gasping for air as the shock of the cold water made him jump in my grip. But I wasn't finished yet.
I grabbed a handful of paper towels and soaked them in the dirty water that now cascaded down the drain. Then, moving quickly, I pushed the trembling slave back down onto his knees and pressed the soaked towels against his face, trapping him once again in a world of my making.
"Now, slave," I said, my voice low and menacing. "You will suck and swallow every last drop of this filthy water. And when you're done, you will beg for more."
The slave whimpered softly, his eyes wide with terror and arousal as he realized there was no escape from his depraved mistress's sick and twisted games. But he nodded slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he prepared to delve deeper into the world of perversion that I had created for him.
