Lady Darlin walked back into her toilet slave's chamber after a delightful two-week vacation. The smell of his sweet submission reached her nostrils as she made her way towards the toilet throne. Her plans for their time together had been meticulously crafted and she couldn't wait to start their training anew.
With a sultry smile, she climbed onto the throne, adjusting her pantyhose-clad body to luxuriate in the power she held over him. She watched with growing anticipation as he climbed onto his knees before her, ready to be used as nothing more than a human toilet.
"Today," she purred, "I want you to experience what it feels like to be my pantyhose toilet. I have a feeling that you're going to enjoy this just as much as I will."
Without warning, she pushed her perfectly sculpted ass towards his face, engulfing his mouth with the scent of her pantyhose-covered asshole. Her warm golden shit spilled out onto his tongue, and without hesitation, she commanded him to swallow every last drop.
As he struggled beneath her weight, she reveled in the power she held over him. The way he was forced to kneel before her, his tongue darting out to clean the excess shit from her pantyhose, was nothing short of exquisite.
"Now," she continued, her voice dripping with authority, "I want you to take your time eating my shit through these pantyhoses."
She pushed the filth-covered hose into his mouth, forcing him to gag as the thick warmth slid down his throat. His obedience was a sight to behold, and she found herself growing ever more aroused by his submission.
As he struggled to breath under the weight of her body and the suffocation of her shit-filled pantyhose, she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. She watched with sadistic delight as tears began to well up in his eyes, and she couldn't resist pushing her advantage.
"Don't even think about breathing until you've ingested every last bit of my shit," she warned, her voice a low growl.
His obedience knew no bounds, and so he continued to suck on her pantyhose, willing himself to endure the stench and taste of her shit. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she withdrew the soaked hose from his mouth, and he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
"Good boy," she purred, knowing that she had pushed him to his limits once again. "Now clean yourself up and get ready for our next session."
She watched as he scurried off to the shower, unable to resist the urge to touch herself through her pantyhose. The feeling of his submission coursing through her veins was unlike anything else, and she couldn't wait to see what else she could make him do.
