As I heard my Mistress's commanding voice on the phone, my heart raced with anticipation. She sounded as alluring and powerful as ever, her words sending shivers down my spine. When she told me to come over to her place immediately, I knew something special was in store.
Upon arriving at her luxurious apartment, I was taken aback by her stunning appearance. She was wearing a shimmering, see-through catsuit that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating every tantalizing detail of her body. She looked like a goddess, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by her presence.
She led me to her private bathroom where she had been waiting for me. The room was dimly lit, casting an eerie glow over everything. My Mistress stood before me, her body glistening under the soft light. Without warning, she reached out and grabbed my face, forcing me to look deeply into her eyes. For a moment, it felt like time itself stood still.
Then, she whispered her mandate. "Today, I want you to be my toiletslave," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "I want you to worship my body and cleanse me of all impurities. Understood?"
With a trembling voice, I nodded my head in submission. She smiled wickedly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Excellent," she purred. "Now, get ready to receive your first duty."
She turned away from me, revealing her perfectly round behind. For a moment, I hesitated. This was unlike anything we'd done before. But when she spoke again, her command was unmistakable.
"Crawl over to me," she ordered. "And show me how devoted you are by eating every drop of my diarrhea."
My heart pounded in my chest as I lowered myself onto all fours. Slowly, awkwardly, I crawled towards her, my eyes fixed on the sight of her plump, supple ass. When I reached her, I tried to steady my trembling hands as I reached out to part her cheeks.
To my surprise, she didn't resist. Instead, she helped me, spreading her legs even wider so that I could see the clear, watery diarrhea pooling in her ass. The smell was strong, but my hunger overrode any discomfort.
"Take it," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Drink my filth and show me your loyalty."
With trembling hands, I leaned in and opened my mouth wide. She gripped my head tightly, guiding my mouth to her opening. The moment my tongue made contact with her warmth, I couldn't resist any longer.
I lapped at her juices greedily, swirling my tongue around her sensitive opening. She moaned with pleasure, her grip on my head tightening. I could feel her muscles contracting around my face as she fought to hold back her next wave of diarrhea.
And then, finally, it came. A hot, clear stream of liquid flowed from her body, filling my mouth to the brim. It was the most disgusting, depraved thing I'd ever done. But as I savored the taste of my Mistress's filth, I knew it was also the most exhilarating experience of my life.
When she was finally spent, she released me, allowing me to sit back on my haunches and catch my breath. I looked up at her, eyes shining with devotion. She smiled down at me, her expression one of satisfaction and pride.
"Excellent, toiletslave," she murmured, running a finger along my chin. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."
With those words, she led me to the bathtub where she proceeded to wash me head to toe. It was a strange mixture of humiliation and pleasure, knowing that I'd happily consumed every last drop of her disgusting waste.
And yet, as I stood there, dripping wet and exposed before her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. This was what I was meant to do, to serve my Mistress in whatever way she saw fit. I couldn't wait to see what other depraved tasks she would have in store for me.
