As I waited eagerly by the phone, anticipating my Mistress's call, my heart skipped a beat when it finally rang. It was her, and she sounded in a hurry. "Toiletslave," she said, her voice full of excitement, "I need you to come over right now."
I quickly tidied up my apartment and made my way over to hers, my mind racing with what she could possibly need me for at this hour. When I arrived, she greeted me at the door, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling. She was obviously enjoying herself, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anxiety and arousal in her presence.
"I'm glad you're here," she said, leading me into the bathroom. "I've been accumulating quite a bit of piss and... other things," she added with a sly grin, "and I was hoping you could help me take care of them."
I nodded eagerly. "Of course, Mistress. I'm here for you."
She pulled down her pants, revealing her perfect ass, and gestured towards the toilet. "Go ahead and get started. I need to use that."
As she relieved herself, I knelt down beside her and began to lick her pussy, uncaring about the puddle of liquid forming around her. She moaned in pleasure, her hands running through my hair as I tasted her sweet nectar. When she was done, she rose from the bowl and turned to face me.
"Now it's your turn," she said, her voice low and commanding. "I want you to drink everything I've got for you – all the piss and whatever else might be in there."
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide, ready to receive her offering. She leaned over and slowly poured her warm, salty mix down my throat. It felt incredible, overwhelming really. I tried not to make a sound as I savored every drop.
When she was finished, she stepped back and watched me intently. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she purred.
I couldn't speak, could only nod my head in agreement. "You've always been such a good toilet slave," she continued, running a hand through my hair. "And now it's your turn to do your duty."
Before I could process what she meant, she turned and sat down on the toilet seat, raising one leg so that her asshole was aimed directly at my face. "Taste it," she urged. "Drink it all up."
My heart raced as I leaned forward, unable to believe what was happening. But I did as I was told, licking and sucking on her perfect ass until I could taste the mixture of shit and piss in my mouth. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever done, but also the most thrilling.
As I reached the bottom, she pulled away from me. "Good job," she said, her voice full of approval. "Now go and clean yourself up."
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave her side, but she just nodded and turned back to the sink. I knew what I had to do. I stumbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, where I found a bottle of water to wash the foul taste from my mouth.
When I returned to her side, she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror, her face still flushed with pleasure. "That was amazing," I gushed. "Thank you, Mistress."
She turned to face me, a smile playing on her lips. "You're welcome, Toiletslave," she said. "Now go and make yourself useful - I think you have some more cleaning to do."
