Mistress Anna Toilet - 181 FAcesitting and trampling Scat

Mistress Anna Toilet, the embodiment of power and dominance, sat comfortably atop her human toilet's face. As he eagerly waited for her command, he could feel her warm, supple flesh pressed against his own. She wore nothing but a petite, lacy black thong that did little to hide the inviting entrance to her perineum. Her full, round ass hung low above his gaping maw, teasing him with each seductive twitch and Undulating movement. The scent of her clean, feminine body wash mixed with the sharp tang of his own desperation – a heady cocktail of submission and desire.

"Open wide, toilet boy," she commanded, her voice a seductive purr. "It's time for your mistress to use you as intended." With a smirk, she leaned forward, pressing her luscious breasts against his cheeks. He could feel the soft flesh quake with anticipation as she lowered herself onto his face. Her weight was both a burden and a blessing, crushing him beneath her divine form while also granting him the privilege of serving her in this intimate fashion.

As her ass cheeks met his nose, Mistress Anna released a soft sigh of contentment. "Oh, yes," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "That's it, toilet boy. Take me in. Take me deep." His tongue darted out tentatively, tracing the sensitive skin of her anus as she began to push. Inch by excruciating inch, her massive turd slid into his gaping mouth, filling him up to overflowing. She paused for a moment, savoring the view of her shit pile protruding from his lips like a grotesque, bright red smile. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she forced the remaining portion of her shit down his gullet, making him gag and choke on the overwhelmingly nauseating taste.

Triumphant, Mistress Anna leaned back, taking an indulgent sip from her wine glass. "Mmm, that was delicious," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "But now it's time to reward my loyal toilet. Kiss my ass, toilet boy." And so he did: he pressed his lips against her plump, soft cheeks and showered them with kisses, his tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. As he worshipped at her altar, Mistress Anna sighed contentedly, savoring the sensations of power and adoration that coursed through her body.

Suddenly, she stiffened. "Ah, what's this?" she asked, tilting her head inquisitively. "It seems my little toilet has some cleaning up to do." With a wicked grin, she leaned down once more, her steaming pile of freshly deposited shit cascading back down onto his open mouth. This time, she didn't stop until he'd taken every last droplet, forcing him to swallow every bit of her ass-juice and simultaneously begging for mercy as she crushed him beneath her seemingly endless weight. When she finally released him, he collapsed onto the cold, hard floor, exhausted but eternally grateful for the privilege of serving his mistress in such a degrading yet exhilarating manner.

"Now," she mused, rising gracefully from her throne of filth, "does my toilet need further use tonight?" She glanced down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He couldn't help but nod frantically, his eyes shining with unbridled desire. Mistress Anna Toilet was truly the mistress of his heart – and his bowels.