As I waited anxiously for my Mistress, my stomach churned with anticipation. She was in a hurry and had called upon me to help her empty herself quickly before she received a visitor in her apartment. I knew that this would involve using my mouth for her to relieve herself, a task I had grown accustomed to since becoming her toiletslave.
The door to her bedroom flung open, and there she stood—godlike in her beauty. Her long, slender legs were encased in a pair of sheer black stockings that hugged every perfect curve, while her lean torso was accentuated by her form-fitting corset. Her head was thrown back slightly, revealing the nape of her neck and the delicate tendrils of hair that curled around it. I bowed my head in reverence as she strode towards me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
"Rise, toiletslave," she commanded in her authoritative yet seductive tone. "It is time for you to serve your purpose."
I rose eagerly, my heart pounding in my chest as I anticipated the scent and feel of her warmth on my tongue. She took her position in front of me, her body brushing against mine as she leaned forward. Her breasts grazed against my chest, causing me to shudder slightly. She shifted her weight, lowering herself down until she was kneeling before me.
"Open your mouth wide," she instructed, and I complied without hesitation. Her scent grew stronger as she lowered herself closer, the heat of her body enveloping me. Slowly but surely, she pressed her wet, glistening folds against my lips, urging me to taste her. The acidic tang of her urine filled my mouth as I began to lap at her eagerly, cleaning every inch of her womanhood with my tongue.
"That's a good toiletslave," she purred, her voice husky with pleasure. "Now prepare yourself for the next task."
I nodded eagerly, my mouth still full of her warm, fresh urine. Without a moment's hesitation, she lifted her tight, black skirt and slowly lowered her pale, perfect ass towards my face. I inhaled deeply, taking in the musky scent of her ass crack as she slowly, teasingly lowered herself onto my tongue. My tongue darted out to prod at her asshole, seeking out any remaining drops of urine or feces that may have been hidden within.
"Mmmm, yes," she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth so that her ass cheeks slapped against my face. "You are doing well, little one. But now..."
I felt a gush of liquid heat spread between my lips as she released a hot, steaming river of diarrhea into my waiting mouth. It splashed against the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly as it rushed over my tongue and down my throat. She continued to fill me up, her ass cheeks clenching and releasing in rhythm as she emptied her bowels into my willing mouth.
"That's it, take it all," she moaned, her voice hoarse with arousal. "Swallow every last drop."
I obeyed without question, swallowing reverently at each wave of her diarrhea. It was warm, thick, and strangely satisfying. As she finally emptied herself, she sat back on my face, her body heaving with pleasure. She pulled her skirt back up and straightened her clothes, taming her wild hair with her fingers. Then, with a small smile, she turned and walked away, leaving me dazed but content.
The door to her apartment opened a few minutes later, the soft chatter of voices filtering through. I remained where I was, my mouth still tasting of her – both urine and diarrhea. I knew that I would do anything for my Mistress, even if it meant serving as her personal toilet. Because in her presence, I felt alive, desired, and completely devoted to her every whim.
