mistress Anita continued her scat shows today, eager to lavish her toilet slave with the warmth and stench of her excrement. She dialed her permanent toilet's number, her heart pounding with anticipation at what was to come. She could hear his raspy breaths on the other end of the line, wondering what lingering humiliation she had in store for him today.
Standing over her gold-plated throne, Mistress Anita let out a sigh of contentment as she began to fill herself with a hearty meal. Her eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as she savored the sensation of her shit sloppily filling her insides. She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning wickedly as she contemplated the awaiting toilet slave.
Moments later, she flushed the toilet, relishing the sight of multiple streams of piss and shit gushing into the bowl. Her heart raced with excitement as she picked up the phone again and announced to her toilet slave that she was full of shit. His gasp on the other end of the line was audible, his humiliation fuelling her desire to torment him further.
"Get down here and taste it, toilet slave," she commanded with a sultry laugh. Her toilet slave knew what was expected of him; he had been conditioned for this moment for so long. Kneeling before the throne, he anxiously lowered his mouth over the rim of the toilet bowl. His tongue darted out nervously, eager to taste his Mistress's excrement.
She watched with sadistic delight as he opened his mouth, letting her warm, steaming shit and piss pour in. His eyes watered at the vile taste, but he dared not refuse her. Mistress Anita watched closely, her thumb tapping impatiently against her chin as she waited for him to swallow. Satisfied when he finally did, she allowed him a moment to catch his breath before she spoke again.
"Now, it's time for you to show me how you really enjoy this," she purred. Her toilet slave shuddered in anticipation, knowing what she was about to demand of him. She nodded with approval, her eyes darkening with lust as she took in his submissive demeanor. "Poor little toilet slave," she cooed softly, reaching down between his legs and grasping his cock firmly. "I bet you're aching to cum, aren't you?"
Her toilet slave could only nod in agreement, his heart pounding with desire for her touch. "Well then," she said with a wicked grin, "since you've been such a good boy today... you can cum with my shit in your mouth." She watched, breathless, as he began to moan softly around her repugnant meal. Every muscle in his body tensed as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.
"Swallow everything," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her toilet slave nodded vigorously, his eyes locked onto hers as he felt the first spurts of hot cum mix with her shit in his mouth. Mistress Anita continued to milk him for as long as she could, her hand working him expertly until he finally collapsed in a satisfied heap at her feet. Breathing heavily, she leaned over to kiss him gently on the crown of his head.
"That's a good toilet slave," she whispered affectionately, rinsing her hands clean in the stream of gold-plated water cascading from the faucet. "Now," she said, turning to leave the bathroom, "don't forget to clean up after yourself."
