Mistress Roberta was a dominant goddess who owned a toilet slave named Peter. Today, she decided to take their relationship to the next level of depravity. As Peter kneeled helplessly before her, Mistress Roberta donned a long, black rubber glove that stretched up to her elbow. She stood over the waiting toilet bowl, her perfect ass cheeks clad in shiny latex.
With a sinister smile, Mistress Roberta lowered herself onto the cold porcelain of the toilet seat. She extended one leg outwards, revealing a glimpse of her lacy thong. Then, with a devilish glint in her eye, she slid the rubber-gloved finger deep into her asshole.
Peter watched in awe as his mistress's clenched, soap-suds carved ass cheeks pulsated with every provoking movement. He felt a mixture of awe and arousal watching her delve deeper into the depths of her own filth.
Mistress Roberta reached back, grabbed a massive, black dildo coated in lubricant, and began to sink it into her asshole. Her grunts echoed through the room as she impaled herself on the toy as far as it would go.
Suddenly, with a wicked laugh, Mistress Roberta pulled the glove off her hand and held it over the toilet bowl. "Time for you to join me, toilet slave," she purred. "Open wide."
Trembling with anticipation, Peter obeyed. Mistress Roberta smeared a thick layer of his own shit onto one end of the glove and pushed it into Peter's gaping mouth. The taste of his mistress's filth on her gloved fingers was intoxicating to her.
As Peter gagged and tried to resist, Mistress Roberta began to fist his massive asshole with the other gloved hand. He felt her long, strong fingers probe and stretch his sphincter as she pushed deeper and deeper inside him.
"Yes," she moaned, her breath hot against Peter's ear. "That's it, you filthy toilet. Take your mistress's fingers and enjoy every inch of them."
Peter groaned in submission as Mistress Roberta reached deep into his gut with her fist, pushing against his prostate with each brutal thrust. Finally, she grasped something hot and wet between her fingers - his own shit. Slowly, she began pushing the gloved fist back towards his waiting mouth.
Peter opened his eyes wider in horror as he realized what was about to happen. But before he could protest, the warm, slippery mass oozed out of his asshole and into his mouth. He forced himself to swallow every drop of his own shit, caught between mortification and the perverse thrill of pleasing his mistress.
Mistress Roberta pulled her fist free from Peter's ass and held up the glove, now coated in a thick layer of his own excrement. "Now it's time for me to enjoy my meal," she said, her voice a low growl.
She pressed another pair of gloves into Peter's hands and held his mouth open. One by one, she fed him her shit-coated fingers until he had taken it all. Then, with a satisfied smile, Mistress Roberta climbed off the toilet and stood over Peter.
"Today," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "you are my toilet and I am your mistress. Remember that always."
And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Peter kneeling in a puddle of his own filth, his mind reeling from the incredible experience he had just shared with his goddess.
