I watched as Mistress Anna slowly sauntered into the room, her eyes locked on to me. The way she moved, with such elegance and composure, made me feel weak and insignificant. She was dressed in an exquisite gown that hugged her voluptuous figure, accentuating every curve. She stopped right in front of me, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Are you ready for me, toilet?" she purred.
My heart raced and my cock twitched in anticipation, but also fear. I knew what was coming. Mistress Anna wasn't just going to use me as a toilet; she was going to humiliate me every step of the way.
"Yes, Mistress," I managed to croak out.
She circled around me, admiring herself in the mirror. She reached back and handed me one of her small, dainty heels. "Put this on," she commanded.
I took the shoe and placed it on the ground. Then, using my teeth, I maneuvered it onto her delicate foot. All the while, my mind was racing. How could I possibly prepare myself for what was to come?
"Excellent, toilet," she praised me, slipping her foot back into the stiletto. "Now let's get started."
She lifted her dress up over her skirt, revealing her perfect ass to me. It was smooth, milk chocolate skin contrasting against the black lace of her panties. She slowly lowered herself down onto me, her ass pressing against my face. The smell of her sweet, musky perfume filled my nostrils as my mouth watered in anticipation.
"Eat my shit, toilet," she hissed in my ear.
I opened my mouth wide, and within moments she was dumping her fat load of steaming shit onto my tongue. I could feel it as it slid down my throat, filling me up with her filth. The taste was nauseating, yet somehow arousing at the same time. I could hear the sickening sound of her shitting, accompanied by my gagging and retching noises.
"That's it, toilet," she purred, patting me on the head. "Now, let's see your cum."
I groaned in despair, knowing what was coming next. She dismounted from me, and I felt a warm, sticky liquid dripping down onto my chin. I looked up to see her standing over me, her pussy glistening with my own cum.
"Look how pathetic you are," she laughed. "You're so turned on by this filth that you couldn't help but cum."
She grabbed my chin and forced me to look into the mirror. There we were, me covered in her shit and cum, and her standing proud and untouchable. The sight filled me with both shame and arousal, a confusing mix of emotions that left me completely at her mercy.
"Now, eat your own cum for me," she ordered.
I opened my mouth and started to clean her up, taking in my own cum along with the remnants of her shit. It was disgusting, yet strangely erotic. Mistress Anna watched me intently, a satisfied smile on her lips.
As I continued to clean her, I couldn't help but think about how lucky she was. To be so beautiful, so confident, and yet have me at her beck and call. There was no denying that I was her toilet, and I would do anything for her. Even swallow her filth.
