As soon as Mistress Anita entered her dungeon after a long hiatus, she summoned her toilet slave. The man was eager to please her, knowing she had been absent from their kinky sessions for too long. His cock hardened at the mere sight of her, anticipating her commands. She casually ignored him, instead choosing to focus on her phone as she sat on her throne-like throne.
"Oh, I suppose you're here to play with my toys?" She smirked, not even looking up from her device. "Well, you're in luck. I have a little surprise for you."
She gestured toward a bowl filled with various sex toys and a bottle of lube. The toilet slave eagerly grabbed them and knelt at her feet, ready to please her. He began lubing up a strap-on dildo, eager to feel her power inside him once again.
Meanwhile, Mistress Anita continued playing on her phone, oblivious to his actions. He watched her silky black hair cascade over the armrest as she sat there engrossed in her devices. Her long, slender fingers danced across the screen, lost in a world of social media or online shopping.
Finally, she spoke again, breaking the silence and causing the toilet slave to jump slightly. "Alright, now what I want you to do is use that vibrator on your clit while I watch." She pointed to a small wand vibrator on the table beside her.
The toilet slave nodded eagerly, willing to do anything for his Mistress. He picked up the vibrator and turned it on, positioning it against his dripping hole. As the vibrations began to stir within him, he started rubbing his throbbing cock, eager for release.
Mistress Anita continued to ignore him, engrossed in whatever she was doing on her phone. The toilet slave grew increasingly frustrated as he flooded her dungeon with his scent, hoping it would at least earn him a glance from his beloved Mistress.
A few more minutes passed before Mistress Anita finally looked up from her phone. "Alright, time for some more fun!" She smirked devilishly. "Get on your knees and open your filthy mouth as wide you can."
The toilet slave did as he was told, drooling eagerly at the chance to serve her further. He could feel the inferno burning inside him, begging for release.
Mistress Anita then moved the phone away and, without any warning, pressed her soft, hairless pussy against his eager face. His tongue immediately darted out to taste her sweet nectar. She was just as wet and arousing as he remembered.
After a few moments of enjoying his ministrations, Mistress Anita pulled away and stood up, revealing a smug grin on her face. "Time for your reward," She said softly, eyes filled with mischief.
The toilet slave's heart skipped a beat. His reward? He had been hoping for that all along. "Yes, my Mistress," He whispered, his voice full of devotion.
Mistress Anita walked over to a table in the corner of the room, revealing another surprise - a bowl filled with her fresh, warm diarrhea. The toilet slave's cock twitched at the sight. This was what he lived for: to be humiliated and used by his Mistress in the most degrading ways imaginable.
She picked up the bowl and casually walked back over to him, not even bothering to hide her disdain for him. "Open wide," She commanded coldly.
The toilet slave opened his mouth as wide as he could, saliva dripping from his eager lips. The moment he felt the first splash of warm liquid against his tongue, he moaned audibly. It was unlike anything else: sweet, salty, and incredibly arousing all at once.
He eagerly swallowed every drop she gave him, savoring the taste of his Mistress in every sip. When she finally pulled away, he looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging for more.
"Clean yourself up," She said dismissively, returning to her throne. The toilet slave hurriedly grabbed a nearby towel and started wiping off his face, grimacing at the bitter taste left behind by her diarrhea.
Once he was finally clean, he knelt before Mistress Anita once again, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor. "Is there anything else my Mistress requires of me?" He asked softly.
She sat there silently for a moment, seemingly contemplating his request. Finally, she spoke in a cold, emotionless tone. "Yes. Clean up this mess," She pointed to the stains on the sheet beneath her.
The toilet slave nodded mutely and got to work, using the soiled towel to wipe up as much of the mess as he could. When he was finally finished, he kneeled before her once again, head bowed in submission.
"Stay in the dungeon until further notice," She growled softly before turning her back on him once again, lost in the world of her phone.
The toilet slave knew better than to disobey his Mistress's orders. Instead, he remained in the dungeon, awaiting her next command...
