Mistress Anna Toilet was a beautiful, dominant woman who took great pleasure in humiliating her slave. She had trained him well over the years, turning him into the perfect toilet slave – a worthless piece of shit that existed only to serve her every need. Today, she had an especially depraved plan for him.
Dressed in a sexy latex outfit that hugged her curves, Mistress Anna sat on the toilet seat and motioned for her slave to approach. He crawled on all fours, his tongue darting nervously between his teeth as he anticipated what was to come.
"Good morning, worm," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "As you can see, I have a rather full morning planned. And since you're going to be so useful today... why don't you help me out?"
The slave knew better than to protest. He crawled over to her, his heart racing with fear and excitement. Mistress Anna gestured towards her puckered asshole, still glistening with sweat from her previous activities.
"Go on, then," she commanded, her eyes fixed on his cowering form. "Show me how good of a shit eater you really are."
The slave hesitated for a moment before tentatively leaning forward. He pressed his mouth against her asshole, feeling the warmth of her breath against his cheek. His tongue circled her tight entrance, tasting the combination of sweat and shit that clung to her skin. Mistress Anna groaned softly in approval.
As he continued to lap at her asshole, she began to release her morning dump into the toilet bowl. The smell of feces and urine filled the air, but the slave didn't mind; he loved the taste of his mistress's excrement.
"Mmm, that's it, worm," she moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "Suck on my juicy asshole until you can't take anymore."
The more she spoke, the faster the slave worked. His tongue darted in and out of her asshole, lapping up every last drop of her shit. He could feel his stomach churning with the mixture of nausea and excitement that coursed through him.
Finally, Mistress Anna let out a satisfied sigh. She pulled her asshole away from his face and turned towards the toilet bowl. "Now, it's time to clean up your mess," she ordered, standing up and revealing her full weight.
The slave looked up, his eyes widened in fear. He knew what was coming next. As Mistress Anna lowered herself onto the toilet seat, she pointed towards the bowl. "Open your mouth," she commanded.
He did as he was told, wincing as the first wave of nausea hit him. Mistress Anna let out a stream of toxic gas directly into his face. The fumes were strong and acrid, but the slave couldn't move; he was transfixed by the sight of his mistress's ass and the thought of what lay beneath.
Slowly, Mistress Anna began to push her farts into his mouth. At first, they were small and weak, but as she continued, they grew larger and more potent. The slave gagged and choked on each successive blast, tears streaming down his face.
Finally, when he could barely breathe, Mistress Anna lifted her ass off the toilet seat and gave him a look of disgust. "What a pathetic worm," she spat. "You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit."
With that, she stood up and walked away, leaving the slave to sink into the toilet bowl, his mouth filled with her foul-smelling farts. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the taste of his mistress's ass. He knew that no matter what she would do to him next, he would always come back for more.
