Mistress Anna Toilet - 92 Big Smelly Shit

Mistress Anna Toilet, a powerful and dominant woman, was eager to use her toilet slave's mouth once again. He had displeased her by not showing proper appreciation for his breakfast, and now he would pay the price. With a smug grin on her face, she crept towards him, her high heels clicking against the floor. She stood over him, towering above him, and stared down at him with a mix of contempt and amusement. "Open wide, my toilet slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with disdain. He trembled beneath her gaze as he complied, his mouth gaping open like that of a fish out of water. Without hesitation, she pushed the half-eaten plate of food towards his face. "Clean your mess or suffer the consequences," she threatened. He knew better than to disobey her, so he did as he was told, cleaning up every last morsel of food from the plate. It was humiliating, but he had no choice. Once he was finished, Mistress Anna Toilet reached down and grabbed a fresh batch of feces from his bowels. She held it up to his face for him to see, then slowly forced it into his mouth. He gagged on the putrid taste and texture, but he couldn't bring himself to disobey her. She sat on the edge of the toilet, her thighs spread wide, daring him to take a whiff of her musky scent. "Do you like what you smell?" she taunted. "Because that's what you'll be smelling all day long if you don't learn to be a better human toilet." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his face. "And trust me, this is just the beginning." As the day wore on, Mistress Anna Toilet continued to use him in any way she saw fit. She took pleasure in pushing him to his limits, watching him writhe in discomfort and humiliation. And all the while, she filled him with her endless supply of shit, making sure he knew his place in her world. By the end of the day, the toilet slave was exhausted and broken. He felt weighted down by the mountain of feces inside him, but he also felt an unyielding desire to please Mistress Anna Toilet. She had truly made him realize that being her toilet was the ultimate form of submission. As he lay there, spent and defeated, Mistress Anna Toilet loomed over him once again. "Well," she said with a satisfied smile. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now you know what it takes to be a good human toilet. And believe me, if you want to serve me like this, you'll have to learn to handle much, much more." With that, she turned and left him there, her heels clicking against the floor as she disappeared down the hall. The toilet slave lay there, covered in sweat and filth, his body aching from the day's abuse. But despite the pain and humiliation, he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through him. He was Mistress Anna Toilet's toilet, and he wouldn't have it any other way.