Mistress Anna surveyed her slave with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. He looked absolutely ravishing as he kneeled before her, his cock standing at full attention and glistening with anticipation. She could feel the heat emanating from his body; he was ready for whatever she had in store for him. A wicked grin spread across her face as she moved her delicate fingers through her hair, toying with the idea of what sort of torment she would inflict upon him this time around.
She decided on something new - face-sitting and masturbation therapy. It was an intimate way to connect with her toilet, and it would push his boundaries further than ever before. Anna positioned herself comfortably on the edge of the bed, her perfect ass hovering invitingly over her slave's face. Her bald pussy just within reach, she waited for him to make the first move. "I, Mistress Anna," she began, her voice ringing with authority, "in my infinite mercy, have decided to further your descent into toilet-hood by preceding your use as a toilet with prolonged face-sitting and masturbation therapy."
Her words sent a shiver of fear down his spine, but he also felt a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins. This was exactly what he'd been begging for - to serve his Mistress in any capacity she desired. He reached out tentatively, his trembling fingers brushing against her soft, warm skin. She let out a soft moan of approval, encouraging him to continue. He ran his hands up her thighs, admiring the smoothness of her skin, before cupping her cheeks and pulling her close.
Anna lowered herself slowly onto his face, her full weight pressing against him. His mouth gaped open as he felt her pussy mold against his lips and tongue. She settled in comfortably, one hand finding its way to his cock, which was already leaking precum. She started to stroke it gently, her other hand finding its way to his face, pushing him deeper into her crotch. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him even harder.
As she began to grind her hips against his face, her pace increasing with every passing moment, he had no choice but to comply. His nose buried itself between her plump ass cheeks, pushing against her tight anus. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and it only served to heighten his arousal. His tongue darted out, tracing the seam of her pussy lips, seeking entrance. She let out a moan of approval, shuddering as he lightly flicked over her clit.
Anna leaned back slightly, giving him better access to her pussy. His tongue lapped at her juices greedily, tasting every drop. She loved watching him submit so fully to her will - it turned her on even more than the act itself. She moved one hand between them, guiding his cock to the right angle as she continued to stroke him. Her other hand reached down, teasing his entrance. "The sexual pleasure/humiliation mix deepens the slave's submission," she whispered into his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine.
Her fingers teased the entrance to his hole, pushing against his prostate. He threw his head back, moaning in ecstasy as she continued to stroke him. He wanted nothing more than to cum, but he knew he couldn't unless she allowed it. And even then, it would only be to serve her. His tongue danced around her clit, driving her wild with pleasure. She gasped and arched her back, her whole body tensing.
"I'm cumming," she cried out, her voice ragged with the effort of containing herself. The inset camera captured her face as she let out an orgasmic scream, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her pussy gripped tightly around his tongue, her walls pulsing as she milked his face for every last drop of pleasure. As the wave subsided, she leaned forward, breathing heavily against his neck.
She pulled away gently, leaving a trail of wetness on his chin. "Luckily my slave is already in position," she purred, her voice almost gentle. She stood up, her naked form towering over him. He looked up at her, his eyes begging for another taste. She gave him a smirk before turning her back on him and pointing to the toilet. "But I am not completely done with him," she said with a wink, "since, of course, once I have cum I need to take a shit. Soon enough you will be covered in my filth."
His heart raced with anticipation as he watched her approach the toilet. He knew what was coming next - he would be her toilet bowl, used and discarded once more. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to serve her, to be her plaything until she was finished with him. As she squatted above him, her asshole peeking out from behind, he couldn't help but stare. It was perfect - smooth and round, beckoning him to service her once more.
"Beg me for permission," she ordered, her voice low and menacing. He could feel himself trembling as he spoke the words he knew would set him off. "PLEASE MISTRESS ANNA," he cried out, "LET ME BE YOUR TOILET!" She chuckled darkly before releasing a mighty shit onto his waiting mouth and face. He drank it down greedily, every drop sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to serve such a beautiful and dominant Mistress.
