Mistress Anna pushed your face further down into the toilet bowl, forcing your lips to stretch around her magnificent asshole. The warm, divine scent of her ass filled your nostrils, making your cock twitch in anticipation of what was to come next.
She settled her sleek, well-toned ass on top of your face, hovering just out of reach. You craved the taste of her excrement, eager to please your new mistress in any way possible. You snaked your tongue out, licking at her asshole, trying to coax her into releasing her fecal treat.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes, Mistress Anna released a soft, tantalizing nugget of shit. It landed with a splat against your tongue, and you could hardly contain your excitement as the foul-smelling morsel coated your taste buds.
"Excellent, toilet slave," she purred, her voice echoing in the small bathroom. "Now it's time for the real thing."
Before you could protest, Mistress Anna leaned forward, her ample breasts swaying enticingly as she reached for a cigar. She lit the end, inhaled deeply, and let out a contented sigh as the smoke curled around her face.
"Now," she commanded, her voice taking on a demanding edge. "Suck on this, you filthy piece of shit."
She lowered the cigar into the toilet bowl, letting the tip dip into the murky, stagnant water. You watched in horror as ash began to fall onto the surface, but there was nothing you could do but obey.
Sucking on the cigar, you could taste the faint traces of tobacco mixed with the metallic tang of the toilet bowl. Mistress Anna's pleasure seemed to fuel your discomfort, and you could feel the burn start to build in your throat.
"That's enough," she finally said, pulling the cigar out of your mouth. You coughed, gasping for air as the taste of smoke and shit lingered on your tongue.
Mistress Anna stood up, grinding the cigar butt into the toilet paper before flushing it away. She turned to face you, her eyes glinting with amusement at your predicament.
"Now clean up the mess you made," she ordered curtly.
Feeling thoroughly humiliated, you bent down and began to lick up the remaining water and cigar ash from the bottom of the toilet. It was all part of your training to become her perfect toilet slave.
As you worked, Mistress Anna disappeared into another room, no doubt preparing for her next lesson. You could only hope that you would soon earn her approval and gratification once more.
