Mistress Anna beckoned me over to her with a look of anticipation on her face. Today she had something special planned for me, and I couldn't wait to submit myself completely to her. As I approached, she held up a plate filled with a thick, brown substance that sent shivers down my spine. It was poop. My Mistress's poop.
"Toilet," she said in her commanding voice, her red-painted lips curling into a wicked smile, "I have a task for you."
I lowered my head respectfully, eager to please her in any way I could.
"I need to take a shit," she continued, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "And I want all of it on this plate."
My heart began to race as she handed me the plate and fixed me with a steely gaze. I nodded vigorously, not daring to say a word.
"Do you understand?" she asked me sternly, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I nodded once more, my skin crawling with excitement and fear. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment when I would become completely subservient to my Mistress's every whim.
"Good," she purred, reaching down between her thighs and pulling apart the cheeks of her perfect round ass. "Pull my cheeks apart and lick my asshole clean."
With trembling hands, I reached up and gently pulled apart her creamy white cheeks, revealing her dark, tight hole. The scent of her sweet perfume mixed with the earthy aroma of her freshly shaven pussy and asshole, driving me wild with desire.
I moved closer, my tongue already wet with anticipation, and began to lick her asshole clean. I ran my tongue along the length of her anal ring, tasting her skin and the faint residue of her previous pleasure. As I licked, she let out a deep moan of pleasure, arching her back and pushing her ass further into my face.
"That's it, Toilet," she groaned, her voice thick with arousal. "You're doing a good job."
My heart soared at her words. I licked and kissed every inch of her asshole, paying particular attention to the sensitive area around her anal ring. I lapped up any remaining traces of her shit, savoring the taste of her power and control.
When I thought I had pleased her enough, she pushed my head away gently and stood up. She then leaned down once more and gave me a command that sent shivers down my spine.
"Put the plate in your hands," she hissed.
I did as she ordered, clutching the plate tightly. I could feel the warmth of her shit seeping through the porcelain, making my cock throb in anticipation.
"Now eat it," she ordered, her voice dropping to a deep, husky growl.
I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. This was the ultimate test of my submission - would I be able to swallow my Mistress's shit without question?
With a deep breath, I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide. With one swift motion, she pushed the plate against my lips, forcing me to take a mouthful of her freshly deposited poop. It was thick and chunky, filling my mouth to the brim.
She held the plate there, forcing me to keep it in my mouth, as she reached down between my legs and began to stroke my cock. I could feel her long red nails raking across the sensitive skin at the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
As she continued to stimulate me, she pulled the plate away once more. "Chew with your mouth closed and don't stop until I tell you to," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
I nodded obediently, my mouth still full of her delicious shit. I chewed slowly and methodically, savoring every bite. The taste was exquisite - earthy and rich, with a hint of her perfume lingering on my tongue.
When I had finished chewing, she removed her hand from my cock and stepped back. She stood there, watching me intently, waiting for my next command.
Without hesitation, I swallowed the remaining mass in my mouth. The feeling was indescribable - warm and full, with a slight taste of vanilla lingering on my tongue.
"Swallow it Toilet," she said softly, her voice low and seductive. "Every last bit."
I closed my eyes and gulped down the remaining traces of her poop, savoring the feeling of complete submission and satisfaction. As I opened my eyes, I saw her step closer, her eyes burning with desire.
"That was incredible," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around my cock. "You're such a good little toilet."
She leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips, her tongue tracing the remains of her shit from my lips. The taste lingered on my tongue, reminding me of her power and dominance.
As she led me to bed, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. I would do anything to please her – eat her ass, swallow her cum, taste her shit. My Mistress Anna was everything I had ever wanted, and I would worship her until the end of time.
