Mistress Anna Toilet - Big Lump of Shit

Mistress Anna Toilet stood over her living toilet, admiring her own reflection in its once-human face. She was a Goddess, and this creature existed only to serve her every need. She kicked it hard in the groin, drawing a moan of both pain and pleasure. It was pathetic, really. This used to be a man, but now it was nothing more than her personal toilet. And she loved every minute of it.

She reached down and roughly grabbed a handful of its hair. With a sneer, she slammed its face into her perfect ass, held open by a pair of black lace panties. The toilet's mouth was already slick with her saliva, which dripped down its chin and onto the floor. It loved every drop of her spit, knowing that it was a privilege to taste even a small amount of her divine essence.

Mistress Anna leaned down and growled in its ear. "Are you ready for your reward, my little pet?" She asked, her breath hot against its ear. "Because I must say, you've been very obedient today." The toilet trembled in anticipation as she reached behind herself and began to unfasten her pants. "You know what comes next," she purred, pulling her pants and panties to the side. "Show me what a good little shitter you are."

Without waiting for a response, Mistress Anna lowered herself slowly onto the toilet's face. The coolness of her asshole against the toilet's tongue sent shivers down its spine. "Suck," she commanded, her voice a low rumble. The toilet opened its mouth as wide as it could and began to suck, feeling her ass slowly sink into its face. Her asshole was already slick with shit from earlier, and the taste only intensified as it reached deeper into her ass.

Mistress Anna laughed softly, feeling the last vestiges of arousal from this day's abuse flood her body. She hadn't had to use the bathroom since this morning, but that had been a wasteful, messy experience. "You know," she mused, reaching down to grab a handful of its hair again. "I think I'm going to save this for later." She grinned wickedly at the pitiful expression on its face. "Instead, I think I'll take care of something else first."

For the rest of the day, Mistress Anna used her living toilet as she saw fit. She made it crawl around on all fours, cleaning her shoes and picking up any stray pieces of trash. She smeared shit all over its face and body, laughing as it tried to scrub itself clean. And when she finally relieved herself, she made it lick every drop of her piss and shit off her perfect body. Every moment was agonizingly slow, stretched out until she could stand it no longer. But still, the toilet would do anything for just one more taste of her divine essence.

Finally, satiated and ready for the day ahead, Mistress Anna stood up and kicked her living toilet once more. It landed on the ground with a wet thud, its face covered in spit and shit. "Wait here," she commanded, reaching into her bag. She came out with a small bottle of water and uncapped it, taking a long drink. Then, she poured the rest of the water over the toilet's face, washing away whatever traces of her she could find. "Don't go anywhere," she said with a smirk, walking away and leaving the filthy creature behind. This was always her favorite part of the cycle. Because when she came back, she would break it all over again. And it would love every moment of it.