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Mistress Anna lifted her gown and stepped onto the small platform, revealing her tight, bare buttocks. She turned around, showing off her plump, firm ass to the eager yet terrified figure kneeling before her. The figure, whom she had dubbed the "toilet" for his future use, trembled with fear yet managed to maintain eye contact with his mistress's glistening anus.
"Now, toilet, listen to me very carefully," she purred in a low, menacing tone. "From now on, your only purpose in life will be to serve as my human toilet. You are nothing more than a servant to me, a vessel meant for my waste. Do you understand your fate?"
The toilet, almost hyperventilating with terror, nodded his head vigorously.
"Good," Mistress Anna said with a smirk. "Open your mouth wide. That's right. And now... focus on my asshole. Your eyes should never stray away from my little shithole. Ever."
She slowly lowered herself down onto the toilet's face, feeling his hot breath on her slit. The toilet stretched his lips further apart, preparing for what was about to come. Mistress Anna took a deep breath and let out a long, hard dump onto the toilet's face.
"There, that's your first lesson," she cackled. "My big fat shit. Swallow it, toilet. Show me that you are worthy of your new position."
The toilet gagged as he tried to swallow the enormous load of shit, but he did as he was told. After he had swallowed every last bit, Mistress Anna leaned back and admired her handiwork. The toilet's face was smeared with feces and saliva, but he still refused to break eye contact with her ass.
"Very good, toilet," she praised, grabbing a rolled-up newspaper from the side. "Now, it's time for your tongue to clean up my dirty little hole. Lean in and lick me clean, like the filthy animal you are."
With a trembling tongue, the toilet obeyed his mistress, lapping up every last bit of her scent. He couldn't believe he had fallen so low, reduced to nothing more than a human toilet brush, but he was willing to do whatever it took to please Mistress Anna.
"That's a good toilet," she cooed. "Remember, your purpose is to serve me... and my asshole. Never forget it."
She stepped off the platform, leaving the toilet kneeling in a pool of his own vomit and urine. But even in his state of humiliation, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he truly belonged to Mistress Anna.
