Lying down on the cold bathroom tiles, the toiletslave awaited the arrival of his beloved mistress. His heart raced with anticipation as he thought about what she might have in store for him today. He felt a stinging sensation in his throat and realized she must be preparing his body for her arrival.
Suddenly, the toiletslave heard the door open, and there she was - his Goddess, dressed in her most elegant attire. She wore a black lace corset that hugged her curves, accentuating her full breasts and rounded belly. Her pleated skirt billowed out around her thighs, revealing a pair of long, shapely legs encased in black nylons. But it was her towering high heels that truly captured his attention – they were inches tall and made of the hardest, most unforgiving material.
Without a word, she knelt down beside the slave and placed him under her toilet chair. Her face was barely visible as she leaned over him, her long, raven-black hair cascading down around her face like a veil. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek as she teased him with her heels.
Then came the moment he had been dreading yet longing for. She grabbed him by the hair and forced his head into her lap. He looked up at her, terrified but also aroused by the excitement coursing through his veins. With one swift movement, she slipped off her tight black panties and placed them around his head as a filthy, stained gag.
The toiletslave knew what was coming next – he felt it trickling down his throat already. It was thick and warm, and it had the familiar taste of his Goddess's bowels. He opened his mouth wide, ready to accept whatever she had to give him. She began to fill his mouth with her diarrhea, and he had no choice but to swallow as much as possible. It wasn't an easy task; the smell was overpowering and made him feel lightheaded. But he did it because he loved her so much.
When she finally pulled away, he could feel her hot, sticky mess sliding down his chin and neck. With trembling hands, he reached up to wipe himself clean. But before he could even touch himself, she slammed her pussy against his face and released a torrent of pee directly into his mouth. He choked on the powerful jet of liquid, feeling it surge through his veins like electricity.
Once she was finished, she moved away and allowed him a moment to catch his breath. The toiletslave could not believe what had just happened – he had just experienced the most intimate act with his Goddess, and it had left him feeling both humiliated and exhilarated. He knew that this was what he lived for – to be her toiletslave, to serve her in any way she desired.
