As Mistress Roberta walked into her lavish bathroom, she surveyed her surroundings with a sense of satisfied mischief. Today was the day she had been planning for weeks - a day that would truly push her toiletslaveanddommes to his limits. She locked the door behind her, ensuring they would have total privacy, before turning to face him. He stood there, dressed immaculately in his suit and tie, looking eager but nervous.
"Today, my toiletslave," she purred, her tone dripping with authority, "you are going to experience the ultimate humiliation. Not only will you worship my feet and my pantyhose-clad legs, but you will also help me with something else - something very special indeed."
She motioned for him to approach, and he did so hesitantly. She stood before him, her six-inch heels clicking against the floor, and slowly began to unzip her skirt. Beneath it, she was wearing a sexy pair of black pantyhose that clung to her every curve. As she slid the skirt down her Toned body, her ass cheeks bulging enticingly, she ordered him to kneel before her.
"Kneel, slave," she commanded, "and begin my foot worship."
The toiletslaveanddommes did as he was told, knowing that if he didn't, the consequences would be severe. He knelt before his Mistress, placed his hands behind his back, and began to kiss and lick the soles of her feet. She groaned with pleasure, enjoying the sensation of his tongue tracing every inch of her skin.
"That's a good slave," she purred, "but there's more in store for you today."
As she spoke, she reached into her purse and produced a strange-looking tube. The toiletslaveanddommes recognized it immediately - it was an enema kit. He gulped nervously, knowing what was about to happen.
Mistress Roberta grabbed his head gently but firmly and guided it between her legs. She smiled as he began to lap hungrily at the mixture of sweat and feminine scent that coated her inner thighs. Then, with a smooth motion, she inserted the nozzle of the enema kit into his anus.
"Just relax, slave," she whispered soothingly, "and let me cleanse you inside and out."
The toiletslaveanddommes felt the cool liquid filling his insides, and it wasn't long before his bowels were full to bursting. He gasped as the pressure built up inside him, but he remained where he was, unable to move.
"Excellent," Mistress Roberta purred, removing the nozzle and pulling the toiletslaveanddommes to his feet. "Now, let's see what you've been holding onto all this time."
She led him to the nearby toilet and positioned him over it. Then, with a soft laugh, she pulled down his pants and underwear. A moment later, the most enormous, watery-looking diarrhea poured forth from his asshole, splattering onto the floor and filling the room with its awful stench.
"Such a filthy toilet you are," Mistress Roberta chuckled, grabbing a roll of toilet paper. "Now, clean it all up."
The toiletslaveanddommes did as he was told, scrubbing at the mess on the floor until it was spotless. All the while, Mistress Roberta watched, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That's better," she said at last, smiling coldly. "Now, it's time to really put you to work. Open wide."
The toiletslaveanddommes opened his mouth obediently, and he felt the cool, slimy diarrhea filling it. At once, Mistress Roberta began to push it further in, forcing him to swallow as much as possible. She kept going until his stomach was pleasantly stretched and uncomfortable.
"Good boy," she purred, withdrawing the diarrhea from his mouth. "Now, clean yourself up."
The toiletslaveanddommes nodded gratefully, grabbing a wet cloth from the vanity nearby. He used it to wipe away all traces of diarrhea from his face and body, praying that he didn't miss anything Mistress Roberta would consider unsightly.
Once he was clean, she dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and the toiletslaveanddommes hobbled out of the bathroom, his heart heavy but his spirit broken. As the door closed behind him, Mistress Roberta let out a contented sigh, knowing that she had once again successfully broken yet another slave.
