Mistress Anna Toilet - 28. Morning Diarrhoea

Mistress Anna Toilet: Morning Diarrhoea

The day began with Mistress Anna's soft laughter echoing through the early morning air. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting its gentle light upon the scene. As always, Mistress Anna, was preparing for her day, making herself look absolutely flawless. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back, framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were a bright hazel color, sparkling with mischief as she brushed her teeth. She was wearing a delicate white lace bra and panty set that looked like it belonged in a museum rather than on her body. As she finished brushing her teeth, she felt a strange sensation in her gut. Her morning coffee maybe? She shrugged it off and walked towards the bathroom, humming to herself. But as soon as she sat down on the toilet seat, she knew something was wrong. The warm liquid rushed out of her, filling up the bowl in seconds. Oh no! It was diarrhoea. She could barely contain her laughter as she looked at the mess she had just made. It was like a little challenge to herself; what would this day bring next? She pulled her tight ass cheeks apart, revealing the perfect pink rosebud of her anus. She looked down at the brown mass coating her thighs, and a wicked idea came to mind. She dipped her fingers into the sticky mess, then brought them up to her plump, piercedlips. She let out a soft moan, savoring the taste of herself. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind - what better way to make this into a true training session for her poor, pathetic slave? She quickly grabbed a bucket from the corner of the room and poured the rest of the coffee down the drain. Then, still laughing softly, she grabbed the bucket, and headed towards the dungeon where her slave was waiting. The slave saw Mistress Anna approaching, fear in its eyes. What had it done this time? It didn't matter; whatever it was, it must have been truly pathetic for Mistress Anna to come down here herself. "Oh dear," she cooed, setting the bucket down in front of it. "It seems that you won't be able to keep our little arrangement a secret anymore." She nodded towards the filthy mess covering the floor. The slave looked down, shame washing over it as it realized what had just happened. It had let its master down, and now it would have to pay the price. With a smirk, Mistress Anna pulled out a small tube from her pocket. Inside were six lengths of butt plug, each one slightly bigger than the last. "I think it's time for some extra training," she purred, grabbing the smallest one and pushing it into the slave's tight ass. It let out a soft moan as the cold latex invaded its body. Mistress Anna grinned, reaching for the second plug. "Don't worry, this won't take long," she reassured the slave, slipping the larger plug into its gaping hole. She continued like this, alternating between the smallest and largest plugs until all six were firmly embedded inside the slave's ass. Then, with a satisfied smile, she picked up the bucket and emptied the diarrhoea onto the floor, covering the poor slaves' legs in a thick layer of filth. The slave looked up at Mistress Anna, the weight of its failure heavy on its shoulders. But as it met Mistress Anna's eyes, it noticed something different. Something that sent shivers down its spine. "From now on," she whispered, her breath hot against the slave's cheek, "You'll always be coated in my essence - a constant reminder of who you are." And with that, she turned around and walked away, leaving the slave there, lost in a world of shame and desire.