Mistress Anna, a powerful and alluring woman, stood above her human toilet, a helpless man who had been reduced to nothing but an object of her amusement. She had trained him well; he knew his place and what was expected of him. He lay on the cold, hard floor, his face just inches away from her perfect behind. As she prepared to use him once again, a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Are you ready for me, slave?" she purred seductively. The slave could only nod in response, his eyes fixed on her round, juicy ass cheeks. Mistress Anna felt his anticipation and smiled cruelly. With a flick of her wrist, she lowered herself onto his face, allowing the soft folds of her labia to engulf his nose and mouth. Her warm breath caressed his skin as she began to move her hips in a figure-eight pattern that sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body.
As she rode him, Mistress Anna felt the familiar urge to expel the contents of her bowels. She reached down and pulled aside the slave's head, exposing his open mouth and eager tongue. Ignoring his pleading eyes, she positioned her hole directly above his face and broke into a wide grin. "Time for some entertainment, slave."
With a powerful heave, Mistress Anna released her hold on her bowels. The slave thought he was prepared for what was about to come – after all, he had been on the receiving end of many of her unholy shits – but this one was different. It was enormous! As the first wave of hot, liquid shit hit his face, he gagged and struggled to breathe. The smell was nauseating, a mix of putrid waste and stale sweat, but he couldn't move away.
Mistress Anna continued to shit, her hips moving faster and faster. The slave felt himself being smothered under a growing mountain of feces, but he couldn't cry out for help. He was hers, body and soul. As she reached climax, Mistress Anna's orgasmic groans filled the room, and her shit shower intensified. The slave felt his mouth overflowing with her filth, but he couldn't bear to swallow any of it.
When Mistress Anna finally finished, she rose from her throne of excrement, leaving the slave lying in a sea of shame. She surveyed her handiwork with cold eyes, taking in the sight of him covered in her waste. " pathetic human toilet," she muttered under her breath, then walked away leaving him to clean up the mess.
