Mistress's belly was distended, full of a sumptuous meal and the anticipation of what was to come. As she sat on the throne, her eyes fixed on me, her toiletslave. She gestured impatiently, beckoning me closer. I approached her timidly, my heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. With a sigh, she lifted her magnificent ass up off the seat and pointed at the bowl beneath her. "You know what to do," she commanded.
My eyes widened in terror and fascination as I saw the dark stain spreading at the bottom of her gaping asshole. It was a sight that sent chills down my spine, and yet, here I was about to taste her most intimate offerings. Kneeling before her, I pressed my eager lips against the puckered sphincter just as she began to release her diarrhea.
The hot, foul-smelling shit erupted from her body, splashing against my face and dribbling down my chin. I started chewing reflexively, unable to believe what I was doing but determined to please Mistress. She groaned in satisfaction as she felt my tongue working its magic on her shit, pushing it farther into my eager mouth.
Her diarrhea flowed freely, filling my mouth to the brim and spilling down my throat in waves of nauseating warmth. I swallowed convulsively, my stomach churning as I tasted every vile aspect of her foul excrement. But still, I followed her orders without hesitation.
When she finally declared herself empty, Mistress lifted her leg and let a stream of golden piss hit the bowl. "Now lick it up," she ordered. I bent over the bowl, my tongue lapping up every last drop of her pee as she watched with amusement.
Finally, she allowed me to clean myself and attend to my own needs. My cock, trapped in my tight latex pants, was throbbing painfully. I gasped as Mistress reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around it, stroking it slowly but firmly.
"I think it's time for you to join in the fun," she purred, her voice low and sultry. With a thumb, she rubbed a generous amount of my semen onto her leg, then gestured for me to lick it off. My tongue darted out, eager to taste my own cum mixed with the remnants of her shit.
As I cleaned her leg, she ran the other foot through the puddle of diarrhea still on the floor, spreading it around. Then, suddenly, she stepped directly onto my chest, grinding her filthy foot into my throbbing cock. "Taste it," she ordered.
I opened my mouth eagerly, my tongue darting out to lap up the mixture of foot sweat, cum, and shit that coated her sole. With each movement, she ground her foot deeper into the mess on the floor, pushing me further towards the edge of pleasure and pain.
Finally, she lifted her leg, leaving a trail of disgusting slime on my body. "Now clean yourself up," she said, her voice softening slightly. "And have a good thought about what awaits you next time you perform your duties as my toiletslave."
With a trembling hand, I reached for a towel, cleaning myself as best I could. The whole experience had been overwhelming, both revolting and arousing in equal measures. As I watched Mistress disappear into her bedroom, I couldn't help but wonder what she had planned for me next.
