In the year 2017, Mistress Anita had embarked on her journey of dominance and complete control over her slaves. One such unsuspecting toiletslave found himself at her mercy. His obedience knew no bounds as he eagerly awaited his next assignment from his Queen.
Anita had a twisted sense of humor and delighted in turning the tables on her subordinates. She called him into her chambers, instructing him to strip naked and assume the position - Face down, ass up. Without warning, she pointed her finger at him and declared, "Tonight I'll be shitting on you!"
The slave's heart raced with excitement and fear as he braced himself for what was to come. Mistress Anita strutted over to him confidently, towering above him with her Goddess-like aura. She positioned herself directly behind him, allowing her to admire her own reflection in the mirror while simultaneously preparing to defile her slave.
With a devious smile on her face, Anita pushed her tight, round ass against his face, granting him access to her most prized possession - Her perfect, odorless asshole. Her diarrhea flowed freely down his throat, coating his tongue and leaving him gasping for air. He could feel her hot, sticky shit filling up every corner of his mouth as she relentlessly fucked his face with her massive turd.
As if this weren't enough humiliation for one night, Mistress Anita demanded that he swallow every last drop of her excrement. Her commands echoed through the room as she demanded, "Open wide, toiletslave! Drink my shit!" The slave complied eagerly, sucking on her clit like a starved puppy while she filled his stomach with her filth.
Mistress Anita's humiliation didn't end there. She pulled down his pants, revealing his tiny cock nestled beneath a layer of loose skin. She chuckled maliciously before crushing it between her thumb and forefinger, reducing it to a bloody stump. The slave screamed in agony but found little solace as she continued to grind his ruined cock against the cold floor.
As days turned into weeks and months, Mistress Anita's power over him only grew stronger. She was truly a goddess among women - A scat goddess. Her Diarrhea flowed with such force that it could fill an entire bucket within seconds. She treated him like a human toilet, using him to wipe her bottom after each copious shit session.
The following year, their twisted relationship continued to flourish. One fateful evening, Mistress Anita straddled his face once more, ready to feed him another round. She grunted as she released yet another steaming turd onto his eagerly awaiting tongue. This time was different though; she seemed angrier than usual.
"Swallow that, toiletslave!" She commanded through gritted teeth. The slave could feel the rage emanating from every pore on her body. He opened wide, eager to please her yet terrified of her wrath. But it was too late. As soon as the turd hit his tongue, she withdrew it swiftly, leaving him gagging on her salty excrement.
"Chew on that, slave!" She growled menacingly before walking away, leaving him alone with his humiliation. Over the course of their twisted relationship, Mistress Anita had reduced him to nothing more than a walking, talking ashtray – A human toilet at her beck and call. But despite the constant humiliation and degradation, he loved every minute of it. He was addicted to her shit, her Diarrhea, her power. He truly was her toiletslave.
