Today was a special day for Sir. He had been the toilet slave of his Mistress for quite some time now, and today she decided to really push him to his limits. She changed her clothes in front of him, showing off various pairs of panties before finally selecting a blue metallic catsuit that she believed was the best of them all.
The Mistress then dressed herself in the catsuit, accentuating her curves and making Sir's heart race with anticipation. He was led into the bathroom, where his duty awaited him. Today, he would be a toilet mouth only.
The Mistress stood over the bathtub, her shapely legs glistening with excitement. She began to release a stream of hot urine into the bathwater, watching as it mixed with the piss already in there. Satisfied with the color and smell of the concoction, she instructed Sir to kneel down beside the tub, his face hovering just above the surface.
"Drink it all up," she commanded, her voice stern yet seductive. Sir obeyed without hesitation, tongue darting out to lap at the warm liquid. His eyes never left his Mistress's, drinking in her every expression of pleasure as he consumed her waste.
The piss tasted both bitter and sweet, with a tang of the Mistress's unique scent that sent shivers down Sir's spine. He continued to drink, feeling his stomach churn with the mixture of fear and arousal that coursed through his veins.
As he finished the bathwater, the Mistress brought him closer, her body pressing against his as she whispered dirty promises in his ear. "Such a good toilet," she purred, nuzzling her crotch against his face. "Now it's time for some real fun."
Before he could react, she pulled down her panties, revealing her hairy bush and plump asshole to him. "Eat it all," she ordered once again, and Sir didn't need to be told twice. He dove in, tongue tracing every curve and dipping into the folds of her dark hole. He could feel her muscles contracting around his tongue, her gasps of pleasure filling his senses as he worshiped her most intimate areas.
The Mistress moaned and gyrated her hips against his face, lost in the sensation of having her ass worshiped. Her breathing grew ragged, and Sir knew she was nearing climax. Sure enough, she let out a cry of release, her ass clenching around his head as she unloaded a hot, steaming load of diarrhea onto his tongue.
Sir swallowed every last drop, relishing in the taste of his Mistress's filth. As he looked up at her, eyes shining with adoration, she smiled down at him, her blue eyes blazing with satisfaction. "You are mine, toilet," she said, and the words sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait for their next session to begin.
