Mistress Roberta sat on her golden throne, her eyes transfixed on her new toilet slave. She had been looking for someone just like him; someone who could serve her every need, both physically and emotionally. The slave knelt before her, his head bowed low in submission. His heart raced as he awaited his mistress's commands.
"Today," Mistress Roberta began, her voice dripping with condescension, "you will serve me in many ways." She leaned forward slightly, her focus intense. "First, accept my asshole on your face and mouth."
The slave's eyes widened in terror, but he couldn't refuse. He slowly parted his lips, ready to accept whatever she might force upon him. As soon as his mouth was open, Mistress Roberta placed her tight, puckered anus near his lips and pushed gently. The slave's mouth closed around the invading flesh, the wet warmth of her asshole filling his mouth.
Mistress Roberta grinned wickedly. "Now, you will be my facesitting toy," she declared, lowering herself until her face was pressed firmly against his own. She anchored her hands on his shoulders, locking him in place. "You will breathe only when I allow it."
As Masters sickeningly devilish breath blew hot into his face, the slave felt his breath get shallower. But he knew better than to struggle; he had seen what happened to toilet slaves who disobeyed their mistresses. Instead, he tried to relax, taking whatever air could reach his lungs between her breaths.
After what felt like an eternity, Mistress Roberta finally lifted herself off him. The air rushed into the slave's lungs, and he gasped for more. But his mistress had only just begun. "Now, you will taste my kaviar," she stated plainly, grabbing a handful of her smooth, warm shit and pressing it firmly into his mouth.
The slave gagged, struggling against the overwhelming taste and smell of his mistress's diarrhea. But he knew better than to resist. He swallowed as much as he could, feeling the thick paste sliding down his throat. When she finally pulled her hand away, he felt both humiliated and deeply aroused.
Mistress Roberta leaned back in her throne, considering her next move. Her eyes fell on the phone nearby, and an idea formed in her twisted mind. "You will fetch my phone," she commanded. "And you will lick it clean."
The slave scrambled to his feet, nodding quickly. He felt a mixture of fear and excitement as he picked up the phone, knowing what was to come. As he knelt before his mistress once again, he opened his mouth wide, eagerly anticipating the flavor she had in store for him.
Suddenly, Mistress Roberta smiled. "Too bad," she purred. "That's not what I had in mind." With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she took aim at her toilet slave once more. "Spread your ass cheeks wide," she ordered. "You're going to get a special delivery."
The slave's heart skipped a beat as he realized what she meant. He trembled with anticipation as he spread his cheeks, presenting his puckered, fucked-up hole for her use. Mistress Roberta chuckled darkly, standing up from her throne. "You're such a good toilet slave," she cooed, squatting over his face.
She allowed herself one long, deep breath before letting loose a torrent of hot, liquid diarrhea onto the slave's face. He gagged as the warm, sticky liquid filled his nostrils and covered his eyes. But he didn't move, knowing better than to disobey his mistress.
As the stream slowed, Mistress Roberta used her fingers to push the remaining diarrhea into the slave's mouth. He reluctantly opened his mouth, ready to taste the foul mess. But instead, he found himself staring at a long blue glove filled with the same sticky liquid.
"Swallow it all," Mistress Roberta commanded, her voice laced with amusement. As he struggled to obey, the taste of his mistress's diarrhea flooded his mouth. It was revolting, yet strangely arousing. As he finished swallowing the last drops, he looked up into his mistress's eyes. She smiled down at him, her expression both satisfied and satisfied. "A good toilet slave always cleans up after his master," she whispered, pulling the glove off and tossing it aside.
