The morning sun filtered through the kitchen curtains as Mistress Anita, a gorgeous and domineering woman, sat at her kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee. She had just finished watching an EPIC movie and was already planning her next extravagant outfit for her slave.
Suddenly, she remembered the feeding she had promised herself earlier. She'd told her toilet slave that she would be using his ass, mouth, and throat to dispose of her shit while filming it all in her kitchen! She couldn't wait to see the look of submission on his face as he received her "golden nectar."
With a mischievous grin, Mistress Anita picked up her mobile phone and dialed her slave's number. After a few rings, the lines connected, and the gurgling sound of his voice came through the speaker. "Mistress, what do you want from me?" he asked nervously.
"I want you here, now," she responded coldly. "Don't keep me waiting."
The shiver ran down his spine as he heard the command in her voice. He quickly got up from his bed and began to dress himself, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear.
Twenty minutes later, the kitchen door opened, and there stood Mistress Anita, looking even more magnificent than before. In her black leather corset and fishnet stockings, she practically glowed under the morning light. Her long crimson hair fell loosely over her shoulders as she motioned for him to step inside.
He hesitated for a moment before walking in, his head bowed low in submission. He took a deep breath as he saw the scene before him: the kitchen table was covered with various objects such as glasses, bottles, and mismatched plates. The brightness of it contrasted sharply with the dim light in the rest of the room.
"Do as I say," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. He approached her cautiously and kneeled down at her feet, his head still bowed. She lifted her hand and ran it gently through his hair, enjoying the feeling of power as she controlled him so effortlessly.
"Now," she said, her voice taking on a darker, more sinister tone. "Get on all fours like the good little toilet slave you are." He hesitated for a moment before obeying, his heart pounding in his chest.
Mistress Anita circled around him, examining him like a piece of meat. Her heels click-clacked against the hardwood floor as she approached him, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She extended her foot, and he instinctively leaned forward, placing his lips on her shoe.
She let out a low chuckle before pushing him over towards the table. "Now," she said, her voice once again turning cold. "Begin."
He didn't need to be told twice. With shaking hands, he picked up a glass from the table and placed it on the floor in front of him. He lowered his head, and a moment later, he felt the hot, wet kiss of her pussy against his lips.
"Suck," she growled, and he complied, sucking her clit into his mouth as he felt her body tremble with pleasure. When she eventually came, she pulled away, leaving his mouth feeling empty and suddenly craving her taste.
"Now," she commanded, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Prepare yourself for what's coming next."
He hesitated for a moment before realizing what she meant. His eyes widened in fear as he lowered himself down, his ass high in the air. He heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes before feeling the cold metal of her strapon pressing against his open hole.
With one powerful thrust, she pushed the entire length of the toy into his ass, filling him up completely. He couldn't help but let out a muffled moan as she began to fuck him hard and fast, her hips slamming against his with a high-pitched slap.
After what felt like an eternity, she pulled out of him, leaving him gasping for breath. Without warning, she stood up, and he found himself looking up at the business end of her strapon.
"That's a good boy," she purred, before teasing him by grinding her hips against his face, rubbing her clit against his lips. After a few moments of this torment, she finally pushed her hips forward, and he felt the hot, salty taste of her cum fill his mouth.
As she pulled out of him, she bent down and placed her hand on the back of his head, pushing his face into the floor. He could feel her warm piss dripping down his throat as she filled him up completely. She held him there for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling away.
"Swallow, my little toilet slave," she commanded. He did as he was told, swallowing every last drop of her piss before collapsing onto the floor, his body shaking with exhaustion and arousal.
Mistress Anita stood before him, her body glistening with sweat and cum. She extended her foot once again, and without hesitation, he leaned forward, placing his lips on her shoe. She let out a contented sigh before turning around and walking away, leaving him there on the cold hardwood floor, waiting for her next command.
