Lady M stood tall, her body clad in a black latex catsuit that hugged her curves perfectly. She was in complete control of the situation, and the man before her knew it. His head was wedged deep between her legs, his nose buried in the folds of her pussy. His tongue lapped eagerly at her juices, while his hands were tied behind his back.
She was feeding him like a slut, and he loved every moment of it. The taste of her sweet nectar on his tongue was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The smell of her musky aroma filled his nostrils, making him lightheaded with desire.
"Mmm... that's it, you pathetic little toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Suck on my clit like it's the last drop of cum you'll ever taste."
Her words sent shivers down his spine. He moaned loudly, grateful for the small amount of air that reached his lungs. His cock, trapped in a harness, throbbed painfully between his legs.
As he continued to feast on her pussy, she reached down and began to massage his balls, rolling them roughly between her fingers. He groaned loudly, the sound muffled by her soft flesh.
"Now it's time for the main course," she announced, her voice low and raspy.
She stepped out of his reach, leaving him panting and desperate for more. She walked over to the toilet bowl, her thick ass swaying hypnotically from side to side. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself onto the seat and let out a long, slow sigh.
"Come here, you filthy little toilet," she called out, beckoning him over.
He crawled towards her on the ground, his body aching with need. When he reached the toilet, she smiled down at him, her teeth gleaming in the dim light.
"Eat my shit," she commanded, spreading her cheeks wider.
He hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning with a mix of nausea and arousal. But then he remember who he was; he was her toilet, her servant, and he would do whatever she asked.
Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her asshole, taking a small bite of her delicious, warm turd. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the room. He began to chew, his saliva mixing with the rich, earthy taste of her shit.
As he ate, Lady M's hands found their way back to his cock, her nails scratching gently against the sensitive skin of his shaft. He gasped, his vision starting to blur from the combination of pleasure and pain.
When he had finished eating, Lady M stood up and faced him again, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She stood before him, her body glowing with power and desire.
"Now, toilet," she said, her voice strong and commanding. "Cum on my shit."
His eyes widened in shock as he felt himself exploding inside the harness, his hot cum shooting out onto the cold, hard floor. He collapsed onto his knees, panting heavily, as Lady M watched him with a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
