Mistress Roberta was in a playful mood as she prepared for her afternoon session with her toilet slave. She gathered all the items she would need for her unique form of entertainment: a selection of her dirty, scented pantyhose, some rope, and a crude but effective bondage device she'd invented herself.
The slave awaited her in the bathroom, his head bowed in submission as he knew what was in store for him. Roberta entered the room, her high heels clacking on the tiles, and surveyed her helpless victim. She smirked, admiring the way he was tied up, spread-eagled on the cold floor. His cock and balls were completely exposed, already semi-hard from anticipation.
"What do you think you're going to be doing for me today, toilet slave?" she purred, running a manicured finger slowly along his chest.
The slave quivered under her touch, unable to speak. He knew that his only purpose in life was to serve this dominant woman in whatever way she desired.
Roberta chuckled darkly, taking pleasure in his submissiveness. She reached into her pantyhose drawer and started pulling out pairs after pairs, each one stained with the scent of her feces. Slowly but surely, she began binding the hapless man with them, wrapping him tightly from his ankles all the way up to his chest.
She took her time, enjoying the way his flesh molded to the contours of the material. Her bound victim squirmed and whimpered, unable to escape his fate. As she finished her macabre masterpiece, Roberta stood back to admire her work.
"Now let's see how much fun you can have with that pathetic cock of yours," she growled, taking a step closer. She snatched up a vibrator from a nearby drawer and pressed it against his engorged but now helpless member. With a cruel laugh, she turned it on full blast, watching as the poor slave arched his back in agony.
Roberta then moved along to his balls, squeezing them roughly between her fingers. His screams filled the bathroom as she twisted and pulled on them, completely disregarding his pain. After a few minutes of this torture, she finally relented, stepping back to admire her handiwork once more.
"Now, to end this little display, I need you to do something for me," she said coldly, reaching into her pants and extracting a turd-covered tissue. She held it out, expecting the wretched slave to comply without hesitation.
The slave, tears streaming down his face, opened his mouth obediently. Roberta grinned maliciously as she fed him her feces-covered tissue, watching with satisfaction as he gagged and choked on the disgusting morsel. Once swallowed, she repeated the process until all of her filth had been consumed.
With a satisfied smile, she untied the slave and watched as he struggled to stand, his limbs aching from the ordeal. "That's a good toilet slave," she purred, stroking his back gently. "Now go clean yourself up."
And with that, she left the bathroom, her heart pounding with excitement and power. The poor slave crawled off to find some water, his mind already filling with dread at the thought of what she might have planned for him next.
