Mistress Anna Toilet - 77 Vibrator and Diarrhoea

Mistress Anna Toilet looked down on the pathetic slave kneeling before her. It was dressed in beautiful lingerie, barely able to contain her voluptuous figure. The scent of fear and submission wafted from the slave's pores, making her heart race with excitement. She smiled devilishly as she lifted up her skirt to reveal her shiny black high heels, knowing full well the torture that was soon to come. Pushing the slave's face into the cold tile floor, she felt its hot tears against her stiletto-clad feet. "Remember your place, slave," she hissed, "this is where you belong - at my feet and as my toilet."

With a flick of her wrist, she lifted the slave's chin up and leaned down, her breath warm against its quivering face. "You will not forget who I am or what I can do to you," she whispered menacingly, her breath tickling the slave's ears. She slapped its face hard, watching with delight as the red handprint faded into a faint yellow bruise. The taste of blood mixed with the saliva on the slave's tongue, making it tremble uncontrollably. "You beg so well," Mistress Anna purred, running her fingernails gently along its chin before digging them deeper.

Her eyes danced with malicious glee as she picked up the thin leather strap, watching as it shimmered in the candlelight. With one swift movement, she lashed it across the slave's bare chest, eliciting a choked gasp of pain. Slowly, she tied each of its ball sacs tightly, ensuring they were secured securely in place. The look of fear and agony in its eyes was music to her ears. "You forget, slave," she laughed coldly, "I loved to see you beg, but begging might just earn you a permanent reminder of your place."

As if in slow motion, Mistress Anna reached for the scissors, holding them tantalizingly close to the slave's dick. She could feel its heartbeat quicken as she teased, the head of her toy peeking out from behind her lace panties. With one swift motion, she ran the scissors across the sensitive flesh, cutting through the air mere millimeters from his dick. "One snap of these," she whispered menacingly, "and it's bye-bye balls."

The slave whimpered, its own body betraying it as it involuntarily thrust its hips forward, seeking release. This gasps and moans only fueled her lust. "Now, worship your true mistress," she commanded, gesturing to her pussy. "Lick me clean while I enjoy my toy." She positioned the vibrator at her entrance, preparing for the dual sensations about to overwhelm her.

The slave obeyed, its tongue darting out hesitantly to taste her moist folds. Feeling the warmth of its tongue on her trembling pussy, Mistress Anna moaned in delight, her body shivering with anticipation. As if in sync with the vibrations, her asshole clenched tightly, begging for penetration. With a sadistic grin, she plunged the vibrator into her ass, feeling it twitch as it encountered her prostate. "Oh yeah, slave," she groaned with pleasure, her back arching off the floor, "this is what you're here for."

Her eyes roamed down to the slave below, watching it lap at her pussy like a thirsty dog. She wanted to cum, she needed it, and the feel of its filthy tongue against her clean skin was driving her wild. She whimpered, the sound echoing in the dark room, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her pussy gushed onto the slave's tongue, their lips meeting in a symphony of submission and dominance. The taste of her juices was intoxicating, and the slave lapped greedily, desperate for more.

Finally, she sat up straight, pulling the slave's head away from her crotch. She grinned maliciously as she smeared her cum around the slave's face, painting it with her essence. "Now," she said slowly, "it's time for you to take your real punishment." She removed the vibrator from her ass, revealing her freshly shit upon asshole. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she commanded the slave to open its mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she pushed her ass towards the slave's face, the warm, fecal-scented air wafting up to meet them.

Slowly, delicately, she lowered herself onto the slave's face, the warmth of her shit soothing the burning in her asshole. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned softly, feeling the vibrator against her pussy as she defecated on her slave. With every squeeze of her asshole, another glob of warm shit landed on the slave's face, dripping down its chin and onto its chest. A few droplets of her essence landed on its lips, a final reminder of its dual purpose in life: to please and be used by Mistress Anna. At last, she pulled away, the weight of the world lifted from the slave's shoulders as she sat back, triumphant, on her heels.

Looking down at the defeated slave, Mistress Anna smiled, satisfied with their encounter. The sight of its face covered in her shit, cum, and tears of pain was a beautiful testament to her power. "This is what you are," she snarled, "my toilet and nothing more." With a triumphant laugh, she stepped over the trembling slave, leaving it behind to stare blankly at the wall. She knew that tomorrow, it would eagerly await her arrival - slave, toilet, and nothing more.