As the door to the lavatory stall swung open, Mistress Anna pinned her slave against the wall with a wicked glint in her eyes. She was still in her full evening gown, her high heels clicking on the bathroom tiles as she towered over him.
"Soon you'll be begging to eat my shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, slave!" she purred, her voice laced with cruel indulgence. It was clear that this was going to be much more than a simple trip to the bathroom.
The mistress sauntered over to the toilet and sat down, her long, shapely legs stretched out before her. Her ass looked incredibly inviting, and the slave couldn't help but stare. Mistress Anna arched her back and wiggled her hips provocatively, causing ripples of anticipation to course through his veins.
She adjusted herself on the toilet seat, positioning her ass perfectly for what was to come. "This is your first time," she murmured, her breath hot against his cheek. "You should eat all of it."
Without warning, Mistress Anna released a torrent of hot, steaming shit into the bowl. It was huge, filling the bowl nearly to the brim. The stench was overpowering, but the slave could barely think straight as he stared at the sight before him.
His lips parted as he watched the mistress retrieve a plastic bag from her purse. She slid the bag over her hand, creating a makeshift glove, and reached into the bowl.
"Chew and grind that shit up in your mouth!" she commanded, her voice stern but laced with arousal. The slave could feel her pleasure radiating off her in waves.
He did as he was told, his mouth filling with the sickeningly sweet and acidic taste of his mistress's shit. The texture was smooth and warm against his tongue, and he could feel it sliding down his throat.
Despite the revolting nature of the act, he couldn't deny that there was a perverse thrill in pleasing his mistress in this way. His cock was hard as a rock in his pants, straining against the fabric as he worked her shit into a soft, wet paste.
When he'd finished, Mistress Anna pulled the bag off her hand and inspected it. "Now open your mouth," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.
The slave parted his lips, revealing the sticky, gooey paste that coated his tongue and teeth. Mistress Anna grinned, reaching into the toilet again.
"Good boy," she purred, plucking a still-warm turd from the water. "Now swallow."
His throat bobbed as he obeyed, feeling the turd slide down his gullet. It was warm and slippery, and he could feel it moving around in his stomach. It was revolting, yet he couldn't deny that he liked it.
Mistress Anna watched him intently, her eyes alight with satisfaction. She could see the pleasure he drew from pleasing her, and it was motivation enough to continue pushing him further.
As the turd disappeared into his belly, she smiled. "And now," she murmured, slipping off the toilet and striding over to him.
He felt her fingers wrap around his chin, forcing his mouth open. The warm, wet sensation of her piss filled his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth once again. He couldn't help but swallow, feeling the warm liquid slide down his throat.
"That's a good boy," she purred, watching as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. She knew how much he was enjoying himself, and it only served to heighten her own pleasure.
She let go, stepping back to admire her work. Her slave stood before her, panting heavily, his eyes dark with desire. It was clear that he was already halfway to begging for more.
Mistress Anna grinned, her heart racing with anticipation. This would be a night to remember.
As for you, slave, perhaps one day you'll have the honor of serving your own Mistress Anna Toilet.
