As I waited nervously in the bath tub, my heart racing with anticipation, Mistress Anita finally arrived. She was dressed simply in a pair of tan pantyhose that clung to her curves, accentuating her statuesque figure. Her eyes were full of mischief as she surveyed the scene before her – a terrified toilet slave kneeling in the water, ready to serve.
She stepped over me, taking her time to show off the power she held over me. Her feet, encased in high heels, dangled just inches from my head, and I couldn't help but stare up at her. She was even more beautiful than usual today, and the thought of her using me for her own twisted pleasures sent shivers down my spine.
"You will wait here for me," she commanded, her voice soft but authoritative. "I have a special meal prepared for us."
I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting whatever she had in store for me. I had never been fed by her before, and the idea of being nourished by her body was both humiliating and strangely arousing. I closed my eyes, willing myself to appear excited instead of terrified.
Mistress Anita walked over to the toilet and let out a contented sigh. Relieving herself would be the first part of her plan for me. Her long legs wrapped around the bowl, and with a forceful grunt, she began to pee into the toilet. The sound of her urine splashing into the water made my stomach churn, but I couldn't look away.
As she finished, a smile curled at the corners of her lips. She knew how much I loved watching her use the toilet, even if it meant degrading myself in front of her. She turned to face me, her pantyhose-clad ass now at eye level with me, and a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Your turn, toilet slave."
Before I could protest, she pulled her pantyhose down, revealing the fullness between her legs. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her – again, both from arousal and fear. I tentatively leaned in, my lips brushing against her soft folds. She tasted as sweet as ever, and as I began to pleasure her, she lifted her hips off the ground.
"That's right, toilet slave. Make me feel good."
I sucked on her clit, feeling it twitch and pulse beneath my tongue. She moaned above me, her fingers running through my hair, encouraging me to go deeper. My whole body shook with the intensity of my emotions as I lost myself in her pleasure.
Finally, she pulled away, her breathing heavy. "Now, take care of the rest."
With that, she turned around and lowered her pantyhose-covered ass onto my face. My nose was immediately assaulted by the scent of her feces, but I forced myself to breathe deeply. This was what I was here for, to serve Mistress Anita in any way she desired. I dove in, licking her asshole clean, tasting the mixture of sweat and shit that coated her skin.
Soon, she was finished, standing up and walking over to the toilet to dispose of her used underwear. As she sat down, her feet dangling inches from me once again, I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. She had barely finished when she stood up and turned around, a triumphant smirk appearing on her face.
"One last thing, toilet slave," she purred.
She pulled the dirty pantyhose off her legs, revealing her long, slender shanks. I could see the shit stains on them clearly, left behind by my own actions. She held them triumphantly above my head, like a trophy.
"Today, I will make you my personal toilet. You will suck every last drop of diarrhea from these pantyhose and swallow it down like the good little toilet slave you are."
With that, she pushed the filthy pantyhose into my mouth, the texture and flavor overwhelming my senses. I sucked greedily, feeling the remnants of her waste coat my tongue and teeth. I could hear her laughter echoing in the room as I swallowed it all down, choking on the mixture of pleasure and disgust.
Finally, she pulled the pantyhose away and nodded approvingly. "Excellent. Now be ready for our special meal."
Despite my dirty mouth and the taste of shit in my mouth, I couldn't wait to see what she had in store. As she sat down on the edge of the bath tub, her soft, rounded ass hovering just above the water, I felt a mix of excitement and dread. Whatever it was, I knew it would be humiliating, demeaning, and incredibly arousing.
Mistress Anita looked down at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "This meal is just for you, my dirty little toilet slave," she whispered before leaning over and splashing the warm, soapy water into my face.
I couldn't hold back a moan as the water shocked my system. "Yes, Mistress," I murmured, grateful for the cleansing. With a wicked grin, she placed the meal before me: Rice and soup, both smearing with her diarrhea.
