As a devoted toiletslave, Simon found himself in awe of the alluring Mistress Roberta. Her constant presence loomed large in his mind, driving him to seek out every possible detail of her adventures. One such encounter was chronicled in a film where Roberta and another three bbw ladies engaged in a session of humiliation and submission.
Simon watched with bated breath as the dominant mistresses filed into the lavatory, their voluptuous forms towering over the squat toilet. Each in turn used the bowl for their intended purpose, leaving behind a trail of filth and excrement that caked the walls. It was during one lady's turn that Simon's eyes widened in horror: she fished out a turd from the water and smeared it across his face!
Still bound to his fate, Simon meekly took it as they continued their depraved ritual. One after another, the ladies took turns fisting his asshole, pushing their massive girth deep inside until he was sure he would be torn apart. Then came the facesitting, an agonizing eternity where his breath was squeezed out from beneath them, leaving him feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
At long last, after hours of degradation, Mistress Roberta finally arrived. With a sly grin she positioned herself directly above him, leaning forward so that her ample flesh filled his vision. She chuckled maliciously as she dipped her hand into the filth surrounding them and scooped up a handful of steaming diarrhea. With an evil glint in her eye, she brought it up to his mouth, so close that he could see the strings of fecal matter dangling from it.
As he opened his mouth in anticipation, Mistress Roberta let loose a torrent of diarrhea, spraying his face, neck, and chest with her noxious cocktail. Gasping for air, he looked up at her, mouth agape, but she didn't stop there. She grabbed his throbbing cock through his tightly bound trousers and began to pump it slowly, her other hand still holding him in place for her disgusting pleasure.
Through blurred vision and clouded thoughts, Simon felt himself reaching the brink of orgasm. The intense mix of pain and pleasure was too much for him to bear, but still, he couldn't help but surrender to his darkest desires. With one final thrust, Mistress Roberta sent him over the edge, and he exploded in a wave of ecstasy that left him weak and spent.
As he lay there, covered in filth and sticky fluids, Simon felt a contented smile curl across his lips. This was his life now. His Goddesses had claimed him—body and soul—and there was no turning back.
