After a long day of work, Mistress Mia felt incredibly filthy. She longed to use her loyal toilet-slave once again, so she sent him a message ordering him to report to her dungeon immediately.
The toilet-slave, Michael, knew what was coming when he received the command. His heart raced with anticipation and fear as he made his way to his Mistress' chambers. When he arrived, he found her standing there, her eyes glinting with mischief, ready to use him as her personal toilet.
Without waste of time, Mistress Mia tied his balls tightly, making sure he couldn't escape or resist. Then, with a devious grin, she slipped on a strapon and mounted him from behind, driving her masculine cock deep inside his ass.
Moaning in pain and humiliation, Michael was forced to endure this degrading treatment as his Mistress began to work herself up into a frenzy. Finally, she let go, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky diarrhea straight into her see-through panties. The stench was overpowering, but Michael could not move away as Mistress Mia commanded him to open his mouth to receive the disgusting mess.
With a shudder, he parted his lips, and the thick, gooey substance oozed into his mouth, coating his tongue and filling his cheeks. Mistress Mia watched with glee as her toilet struggled to deal with the disgusting load she had just given him.
But then, unexpectedly, Michael's eyes began to water, and he gave a small moan of pleasurable ecstasy. His Mistress raised an eyebrow in surprise before realizing that she had forgotten to give him permission to masturbate.
"You may cum now, toilet," she said, amused at his predicament.
With shaking hands, Michael freed his pathetic cock from its restraints and began to stroke himself, his other hand clutching the diarrhea in his mouth. With each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped his lips as he neared his climax.
As he reached the peak of pleasure, Mistress Mia allowed him to cum, watching with dark amusement as his face contorted in ecstasy as he shot his hot cum onto the floor. She scooped up some of his own cum and fed it to him, laughing as he gagged on the bitter taste.
Finally sated, Mistress Mia removed the strapon and allowed Michael to clean up the mess they had created together. As he scraped diarrhea from her floor with his tongue and wiped cum from her skin, he knew that he would do anything for his Mistress, no matter how degrading or humiliating. For he was her toilet, and she was his Goddess.
