Mistress Ann - the life of a toilet slave

Welcome, dear toilet slave, to the world of Mistress Ann. In this scat-filled realm, I am your queen and you exist solely to please your mistress. As you enter my lavish chamber this morning, you catch a whiff of freshly excreted feces and feel a tickle in your spine - the remnants of my morning constitutional. Your heart races at the thought of what lies ahead as you approach my golden throne.

I am reclined on my throne, lounging nonchalantly as I await your arrival. My eyes slowly open to meet yours, a mischievous gleam in them that sends shivers down your spine. "Well, well," I purse my lips in feigned surprise, "look who's finally here to serve their queen."

I gesture toward the ornate golden plate beside me, intricately engraved with the image of a toilet bowl. "Bring that here, slave," I command, my voice dripping with seduction. With trembling hands, you approach the plate and kneel before it. Carefully, you pick up the plate, making sure not to shake it too much. The weight of my fresh shit feels heavy in your hands, and you can't help but inhale deeply as the scent fills your nostrils.

Slowly, you bring the plate to me, your mistress. I take it from you, running my fingers through the soft, warm feces. "Mmmm," I moan appreciatively, "it's been too long since I've had such a dedicated toilet slave. Tell me, slave, do you find my shit pleasing?" Before you can answer, I push the plate into your face, forcing your mouth open and forcing you to taste the bitter, tangy flavor of my excrement. "Answer me!" I demand, my voice low and threatening.

I lean forward slightly, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage beneath my silk robe. "Speak, slave. Tell me what you plan to do with my precious gift. Will you clean my behind with your tongue, or will you relish in the taste of my shit?" My eyes glint with anticipation.

You swallow the last bit of my shit, not daring to spit it on the floor. The coating on your tongue burns but you'll never forget the taste of your mistress's feces. As you meet my gaze, you can see that I'm pleased. "Good boy," I purse my lips in approval, "now it's time to clean up this mess. Won't that be fun?" My smile widens, a predator's smirk playing across my lips.

Guiding your hands, I help you place the golden plate underneath my ass. The soft, warm flesh of my bare bottom brushes against your face as you place your hands on either side of my buttocks and lower me gently onto the plate. The shit squishes beneath me, and the smell hits you full force. You can feel my ass cheeks against your nose, and you know you're about to enjoy the most intimate, taboo experience of your life.

I reach down and wrap one hand around your head, pulling you closer to me as I lean forward. "Suck on this, slave," I murmur, my voice dark and sultry. Your tongue darts out, tasting the fresh shit on my ass. I moan softly, feeling the warmth spread through my body as you lick and suck on my tender anus. It's been so long since I've had a toilet slave this devoted—I can't help but savor every moment.

My free hand reaches between my legs, teasing my wet slit as you work your magic on my ass. The taste of shit and anticipation combine in a heady rush, and I can feel myself getting closer to climax. I whisper naughty words in your ear, urging you to pleasure me more, my hips bucking against your face.

Your tongue flicks over my tight puckered hole, and I sob with delight, my legs shaking as I get closer and closer to orgasm. You suck harder, your tongue swirling inside my ass, and suddenly, I can't contain myself any longer. I cry out, my whole body shuddering as I come undone, my ass clenching around your face and my juices dripping down your chin.

Slowly, I lean back on the golden throne, panting heavily. "Very well done, my loyal slave," I purr, reaching down to caress your cheek. "I will reward you for your dedication." With that, I grab a small piece of chocolate from a nearby table and slide it into your mouth, watching as you savor the sweet treat amidst the bitter taste of our shared intimacy.

The rest of the day continues in much the same way: me on my golden throne, you at my feet, cleaning me when I'm done in the toilet, massaging my sore muscles after a long day of being a toilet slave. Our relationship is one of power, submission, and taboo pleasure. And every day, I wake up grateful for my toilet slave...because without him, I would be lost.