Mistress Anna Toilet - 231 Long Snake from hairy ass

Mistress Anna Toilet, a dominant and fetishistic woman, stood in her lavish bathroom, nearly bursting at the seams with the sheer volume of her enormous stool. It had been three days since she'd last relieved herself, and the pressure was nearly unbearable. Her slave, kneeling before her bare feet, looked up at his mistress with anticipation mixed with fear. "Slave, get your toilet mouth ready," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The slave nodded obediently and positioned himself in front of Mistress Anna's plush throne, his face aligned with the bowl of the toilet. He knew what was coming and could barely contain his excitement at the prospect of being used as his mistress's personal receptacle once again. "I can't believe you had an orgasm without my permission," she scolded him while pushing her lower back against the porcelain to give herself more room. "You must learn your place, slave. Your purpose is to serve me and satisfy my needs – not to think about yourself." As she spoke, Mistress Anna's pronounced her distaste for his selfishness by releasing a massive, hot loaf into her waiting servant's mouth. It was so large that it pushed past his lips, filling his cheeks and chin with its warmth and moisture. She felt the weight of her load shift and knew there was more to come. With an air of nonchalance, she wiggled her ass from side to side, causing the slave to work even harder to accommodate all the ass-melting heat and richness that flowed from his mistress's anus. "Swallow it all, slave," she ordered firmly, gripping the handle of the toilet tightly. "I don't want any of my precious poop wasted." Oblivious to the world around him, the slave swallowed each and every drop of his mistress's immense load, savoring the sweet taste of her excrement as it made its way down his throat and into his stomach. "That's a good slave," Mistress Anna murmured, giving him a slap on the back of his head as she began to make her way back towards the living room. "You've been a very bad boy, but I know you'll make up for it." As she left the bathroom, the scent of her strong, musky perfume lingered in the air, complementing the freshly shat smell that still permeated every crevice of the room. The slave remained where he was until his mistress's footsteps had faded away, gazing up at her with unwavering devotion, knowing that he would always be by her side – never human again, always her toilet.