Mistress Anna Toilet - 190 Why there is no toilet paper

Mistress Anna Toilet stands before her slave, eyes narrowed in disdain. She's not pleased with him at all. It seems he's made a huge mistake; he forgot to put up toilet paper in the bathroom moments before she decided to use it. A slave with a scat fetish, his eyes dart towards her pussy as if memorizing its contours, even as fear grips him at the thought of what's to come. Mistress Anna grins wickedly, knowing full well that she has him right where she wants him.

She casually adjusts her skirt, revealing the perfectly round, puckered entrance to her anus. Her slave's gaze is instantly drawn to it, his mouth watering in anticipation even as dread weighs heavily on his heart. Mistress Anna Toilet smirks, knowing that this is exactly what she wants to see on his face - a mixture of fear, arousal, and submission. She decides to torture him just a bit more before delivering her punishment.

With a sultry smile, she steps up to the toilet and sits down, her pussy practically dripping onto the cold porcelain. The smell of her excitement fills the air, causing the slave's stomach to churn with anticipation and nausea. Slowly, she lowers herself onto the toilet seat, grinding her hips against it in an erotic dance that seems cruel given the circumstances. His cock, already hard from anticipation, twitches painfully, threatening to burst free from his restraints.

Once she's settled comfortably on the toilet, she indicates for her slave to come closer. He knows what she wants - she wants him to clean her beautiful pussy with his tongue after she's finished shitting on the toilet. His heart sinks as he realizes there's no way he'll be able to fulfill this request without tasting her feces. The thought makes him shudder in revulsion, but he also knows that refusing her will only make things worse.

Reluctantly, he kneels down before her, his gaze fixed on her pussy. He can feel her warm breath on his face as she looks down at him, her expression a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Are you ready?" she asks, her voice low and seductive despite the nature of their "play".

He nods weakly, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Mistress Anna sets the scene perfectly as she leans back on the toilet, spreading her legs wide apart to give him an unobstructed view of her dripping wet pussy. She instructs him to lay down between her legs, his face hovering just above her pelvis. Her fingers find their way into his hair, massaging his scalp gently as she whispers instructions in his ear about what's about to happen.

She warns him not to look away, not even for a moment, as she begins to shit onto the toilet seat right in front of him. His mouth drops open in horror as he watches in disbelief as she takes a huge, satisfying dump right before him. The smell is overwhelmingly nauseating, yet somehow arousing at the same time. Mistress Anna chuckles softly, enjoying the way he writhes beneath her touch.

Once she's finished, she instructs her slave to do as he was told and clean her dirty pussy with his tongue. With trembling hands, he reaches between her legs, positioning his face just right. The taste of her ass is no match for the unfamiliar sweetness of her pussy juices mixed with fresh feces. He struggles not to gag on the horrific mixture as he laps at her clit, desperately trying to please her while minimizing the exposure to the filth.

Mistress Anna isn't fooled by his attempts to skim over the mess. She smacks him hard across the face, making his head spin. "You better clean it all up, slave," she spits, her anger fueling her arousal. The pain only serves to heighten his sensitivity, making him more sensitive to her every touch. He buries his face deeper into her crotch, using his tongue to scrape off the remaining feces from her perfectly sculpted anus.

As he laps up the last of the filth, he feels her fingers once again invade his mouth, probing deep inside. She laughs as he tries to resist, knowing full well that he's helpless in the face of her dominance. Slowly, she withdraws her fingers from his mouth, leaving him to wonder what kind of depraved act she'll subject him to next. One thing is for sure - he'll never forget the day he forgot to put up toilet paper for Mistress Anna Toilet...