Mistress Roberta, a captivating and dominant woman, had just finished watching a movie while wearing leather pants and socks. She called her toilet boy, anticipating his arrival at her lavish abode. When he arrived, she adorned him in a seethrough catsuit to further humiliate him and cover his tiny clit in chastity.
The mistress led her toilet boy into the living room where she commanded him to kneel before her throne-like chair. With a sly smile, she asked if he liked what she was wearing. Nodding obediently, the toilet boy acknowledged that she looked stunning in the leather outfit.
Roberta's domineering personality took over as she ordered him to begin worshiping her. The toilet boy eagerly complied, kissing and licking her feet, never daring to meet her eyes. He could feel his cock growing harder with each passing moment under her command.
As he continued prostrating himself before her, Mistress Roberta began using him as a footstool, ordering him to put his face under her ass. She enjoyed the feeling of power as she took his breath away several times with her weight on him. The toilet boy felt a mix of terror and excitement as he tried not to fail his mistress in any way.
Roberta's voice grew even more commanding as she told him to stand up and continue worshipping her. He complied, running his tongue all over her body, paying special attention to her leather clad ass. His cock throbbed with desire as he worshiped his mistress, eager for her to take control and lead him further into submission.
After a while, Mistress Roberta finally relented and allowed him a brief respite. Sitting on the couch, she ordered her toilet boy to lie down on the floor in front of her. His heart raced as he knew what was coming next. With a wicked smile, Roberta announced that it was time for him to taste her scat.
Fear gripping him, the toilet boy opened his mouth wide, awaiting the inevitable. With a forceful thrust, Mistress Roberta emptied her ass directly into his mouth. The smell and taste of her feces filled his senses as he struggled not to gag. He could feel her disgustingly wet insides coating the inside of his mouth, but he dared not disobey her command.
As he lay there, chest heaving from nausea, Mistress Roberta looked down at him with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. She knew she had complete control over him, and that knowledge filled her with a twisted sense of pleasure. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed him, leaving him there to clean himself up as she retired to her chambers.
The toilet boy crawled off to find a basin and water, his body trembling from the experience. He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey into complete submission under Mistress Roberta's rule. And yet, despite the fear and revulsion that coursed through him, there was also a perverse sense of excitement and anticipation for what would come next.
