As I approached the expansive mansion of the latest kinky goddess to summon me, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with anticipation. Today's mistress was well-versed in all things toilet play, and she had a particular affinity for using unsuspecting men like myself as her personal shit receptacles. I had come to accept this as part of my role as a toiletslave, dedicated to serving those with the most taboo of desires.
Upon entering the grand foyer, I was guided briskly through the hallowed halls until I found myself standing before her enormous throne-like toilet. She reclined on its gleaming surface, her regal presence oozing indulgence and power. Without preamble, she motioned for me to open wide. I complied without hesitation, knowing the consequences of disobeying would be severe.
As her putrid stench hit my nostrils, a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. It was clear that she had been drinking and dining heavily throughout the day - her shit no doubt a culmination of all that she had consumed. Without any further prompting, she began to let loose, her massive turd dropping into my waiting mouth. I could feel it slide down my throat effortlessly, coating my tongue and teeth with a slippery layer of warm feces. The muscles in her asshole squeezed involuntarily, sending wave after wave of putrid filth into my orifice.
My task was to swallow every last drop, no matter how disgusting or repulsive it might be. I focused on doing so without gagging, unaware that she had begun playing with my cock through my pants. Her long, manicured nails scraped lightly over the head, teasing and tormenting me as I continued to devour her shit. It didn't take long before I felt the familiar tightening in my loins, signaling that an orgasm was imminent.
Just as I thought I would explode from the combination of her touch and the taste of her excrement, she withdrew her hand and motioned for me to finish. Relieved, I swallowed the last of her shit, feeling it slide down my throat like a warm, slimy waterfall. She didn't even wait for me to catch my breath before addressing me. "Now," she said coolly, "it's time for your reward."
With that, she grabbed my cock roughly, her nails digging into my skin as she jerked me off violently. It was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once – a testament to her dominance. As I neared my climax, she leaned in close, breathing heavily onto my aching member. I felt the warmth of her breath against my cockhead as she whispered cruelly, "You may cum, but only with your tongue out. Understand?"
Without waiting for my response, she slammed a metal contraption into my mouth, locking it into place. The cold metallic taste it left behind only served to heighten the sensations coursing through my body. And then, she leaned back again, directing a powerful stream of urine onto my face and chest. The barely contained rage within her splashed onto my skin, mixed with her golden nectar.
The combination was too much for me to bear. I erupted, shooting my load directly onto the floor beneath me. It was over quickly, but the queen appeared satisfied. She stood up, wiping her ass with a nearby cloth and dismissing me without so much as a second glance. As I made my way past the opulent furniture and out of the house, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of fulfillment. Despite the filth and humiliation, I knew that I would be returning to serve this goddess again soon.
