As the weekend came to an end, Toilet Slave knew what that meant: another round of humiliation from his Mistress Roberta was on the horizon. With anxious anticipation, he awaited her tweet with instructions for their upcoming session.
Sure enough, her message arrived just as he finished cleaning himself up after a frantic afternoon of masturbating at home, trying his best to forget about her recent absence. "Today you have another combined movie. In the first part, toilet slave was allowed to stroke his pathetic cock at home and show Mistress Roberta that he can eat his cumm after cumshot."
He groaned inwardly at the reminder of his shameful act but quickly pulled himself together, eager to please his Mistress once again.
The following day, Toilet Slave arrived at Mistress Roberta's new place feeling both nervous and aroused. As he knocked on the door, he could feel his heart racing in anticipation of what lay ahead. The door opened, revealing Mistress Roberta wearing nothing but a pair of red high heels and a smirk on her face.
"Hello, toilet slave," she purred, motioning for him to enter. "I trust you've been behaving yourself while I was away?"
Toilet Slave lowered his head in submission, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good," she replied, her tone softening slightly. "Then you are ready for what I have in store for you today."
She led him to the living room, where a wooden bench was set up with several towels laid out upon it. Without warning, Mistress Roberta pushed Toilet Slave onto the bench, causing him to yelp in surprise as she began binding his limbs tightly with the towels.
"This is for your protection, toilet slave," she explained, unable to suppress a chuckle at his squirming. "I don't want you moving around too much while we're playing."
Next, Mistress Roberta produced a strange contraption made from plastic tubing and rubber balls—the infamous "Ass Licker 5000." As she secured the device around her waist, Toilet Slave couldn't help but stare in awe (and maybe a bit of fear) at what was about to happen.
Slowly, Mistress Roberta lowered herself onto his face, her soft ass cheeks pressing against his lips and mouth. She began rocking back and forth, grinding her hips against his face as he struggled to breathe through the tube connecting her asshole to his mouth.
"Mistress..." he gasped between breaths. "I can't... breathe..."
"That's the idea," she hissed, her voice muffled by the plastic tubing. "You're my human toilet, remember?"
For what felt like hours but was likely only a fraction of that time, Mistress Roberta continued to ride the Ass Licker 5000 while Toilet Slave tried to maintain his hold on consciousness beneath her. Finally, she pulled away, disconnecting the tube from his mouth with a wet pop.
"That was just a warm-up," she said, her voice cold and calculated. "Now it's time for the main event."
She rose from the bench, revealing her perfectly round ass to Toilet Slave's eager eyes. "Get on your knees and pay your respects."
Powerless to resist, Toilet Slave crawled forward until he had positioned his head directly in front of Mistress Roberta's ass. With a satisfied grunt, she lowered herself back down onto his face, her asshole pressing firmly against his lips and nose.
"Open wide," she commanded, and with trembling hands, Toilet Slave complied. A warm gush of liquid filled his mouth as Mistress Roberta took her first dump onto his face. She continued to relentlessly shit onto him, covering his face and neck in a slick coating of her feces.
As if that weren't punishment enough, Mistress Roberta had one final humiliation in store for her toilet slave. She retrieved a small bowl from a nearby table and placed it between his bound legs, smirking as he struggled to understand what was happening.
"Eat your fill, toilet slave," she taunted, using her foot to push the bowl closer to his face. "You know what happens if you don't."
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Toilet Slave began to chew and swallow the remains of Mistress Roberta's diarrhea, dread washing over him at the thought of what would happen if he disobeyed.
The experience left him feeling used, degraded, and yet strangely aroused—the torturous cycle of submission that only a true slave can understand. As he laid there, bound and bleary-eyed, he couldn't help but wonder what new degradation Mistress Roberta would have in store for him tomorrow.
