Mistress Anna Toilet - 201 Sweaty feet and shit

Mistress Anna Toilet smiled as she looked down at her sweaty socks, feeling them stick to the soles of her feet. She knew exactly what her little toilet slave was thinking - he couldn't wait to taste her fresh shit and to feel it slowly trickling down his throat. The anticipation was part of the excitement, and she loved knowing that she held that much power over him. She had kept him waiting all day, making him watch as she went about her business, teasing him with every little movement or sound that reminded him of what was to come.

She stood up from her chair, kicking off her shoes, and flexed her feet in the air, letting the sweat bead between her toes. She could hear him groan from where he knelt on the floor, his head bowed low as he absorbed the sweet, earthy aroma of her feet. "You're such a dirty, filthy little toilet," she purred, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face closer to her feet. "Just look at you... all eager and desperate for a taste of my shit."

Mistress Anna Toilet reached down and slowly pulled her socks off, revealing her wrinkled, misshapen toes poking out at odd angles. She wiggled them in the air, tempting him to reach out and touch them, to immerse himself even further into her filth. He stayed where he was, eyes fixed on her feet, waiting for her next move. His stomach was already churning with anticipation, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now.

Slowly, teasingly, Mistress Anna Toilet put her foot on the edge of the toilet, so that her heel was just over the bowl. She pushed down, feeling the pressure build up inside her, knowing that it was time to let go. With a look of pure ecstasy on her face, she pushed out, feeling the warm, squishy mass fill the bowl beneath her bare foot. The smell was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweat and excrement that made her heart race and her loins tingle. As she stepped back, she watched as her toilet slave crawled forward, his tongue hanging out in anticipation, ready to clean up her mess.

He leaned into the toilet, his face just inches from the steaming hot pile of shit. Mistress Anna Toilet watched, admiring the way he took pleasure in her filth, the way he seemed to become lost in it. She loved the way he worshipped the ground she walked on, how he would do anything she asked just for a taste of her shit. She smiled to herself, knowing that this was exactly what she had always wanted - complete and total control over another human being.

With a satisfied sigh, she leaned over his back, her breath hot against his neck. "Go on," she whispered, her voice low and rough. "Show me how much you love my shit." She felt him hesitate for a moment, but then he was pushing his face into the toilet, his tongue flicking out to taste her delicious treat. She watched, savoring the sight of him, her cock hardening in anticipation of their next session together. As he began to lap up the shit greedily, she let out a moan of satisfaction, knowing that she had found the perfect toilet slave to fulfill all her darkest desires.