Mistress Anna Toilet - 247 French Toilet Day4 Creamy SHit

Yearning for the scent of freshly-shit shoes and to worship Mistress Anna's immaculately polished footwear, you kneel before her, your tongue darting out to taste the remnants of her previous visitor's offering.

Mistress Anna, a sophisticated and commanding figure, wears a slender red dress that hugs her curves seductively. Her long black hair is meticulously arranged on her shoulders, accentuating her sharp features and piercing eyes. She stands over you, one foot towering above your head, presented to you like an offering from heaven.

Her shoe is perfectly polished, gleaming under the light. You take a deep breath, mouth watering as you await permission to begin your task. With a flick of her wrist, she gestures for you to commence – and you comply without hesitation.

Your tongue darts out, anxious to taste the scent of her shit that lingers on the leather. You savor the taste of her feces, pushing your face deeper into the shoe as you try to get every last droplet. Your cock throbs in anticipation, begging for release as you service Mistress Anna's footwear in such a demeaning yet arousing fashion.

As you reach the heel of her shoe, you find a small mound of shit waiting for you. You attempt to scoop it up with your tongue but miss a chunk, causing it to slide down your chin. Without hesitation, you open your mouth wider and continue licking away the shit pile, trying not to gag on its overwhelmingly strong flavor.

Suddenly, Mistress Anna growls in approval. "Slave, lick my shoes! Slave kiss and lick my sexy shoes!" she commands, her voice dripping with dominance. She flexes her foot in the air, slipping it back and forth against your tongue. It's an unspoken challenge: who can endure her scat play the longest?

The longer you service her shoe, the more turned on you become. Your cock throbs painfully within your pants, begging for release as you desperately try to please your mistress. You push yourself further and further down this path of degradation, welcoming each new unspoken challenge with open arms.

And then, without warning, Mistress Anna removes her foot from your mouth. "You have pleased me for today, Toilet," she says, leaning down so she can look into your eyes. "Now, prepare for what awaits you tomorrow." Tomorrow, another chance to serve at her feet – and another chance to taste her divine shit.