Mistress Anna Toilet - Hot Facesitting farts and thick shit

Mistress Anna Toilet observed her toilet slave, locked in an intimate battle of wills. She commanded, his desire for her overshadowed by his disgust at the prospect of consuming another massive deposit of her feces. Yet he remained locked in place, unable to resist her dominance. "Now lick my ass hole to stimulate my anus," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. He hesitated nonetheless, struggling against the inevitable as she pressed him further into submission. With a cold determination, she pried his mouth open once more and placed all her weight upon it – his submission her prize. "Do it," she commanded again – this time, he complied. Slowly at first, the tip of his tongue explored the tight ring of her anus. She moaned softly, encouraging him with a subtle shift of her hips. "Now wrap your lips around my ass hole." The feeling of his tongue circling her anal opening sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Yet she knew this was only a prelude to the depths of depravity they were about to plunge into together. With a sigh of resignation, he complied, gagging slightly as he tried to accommodate the intrusion. Anna Toilet could feel the shit starting to slide down her rectum now; it was almost ready to come out. She positioned herself carefully, pushing down slightly to hurry the process. As she did, the rush of air inside her bowels caused an explosive gust of foul-smelling gas to escape. "Smell my farts, toilet," she said, her voice thick with desire. She could already smell it – the nauseating stench of her shit filling the room. It only made her hornier. She knew how disgusting this was going to smell. But still, he continued – lips wrapped tightly around her asshole, tongue pressed hard against her sphincter. She could feel him struggling but pushed him on, moaning louder as another gaseous eruption shuddered through her gut. Finally, the moment arrived. The first log was small and relatively easy for him to swallow; he finished it quickly, his eyes streaming with tears from the overpowering stench of her shit. But the next log was much bigger and dry. This was going to be a challenge indeed: As she pushed down gently, the log began its reluctant journey out of her rectum. It was slick with sweat and flecks of saliva, glistening in the dim light. Despite his best efforts to resist, he couldn't deny the overwhelming urge to please her. Slowly but surely, inch by agonizing inch, he pulled the log deeper into his mouth. The taste was worse than anything he could have imagined; bitter, rancid and earthy all at once. Yet still he persevered – driven by sheer desire or perhaps some darker compulsion deep within him. Log after log, they worked together: He'd swallow it down as far as he could while she held her breath; then he'd gag and choke and struggle against the overpowering stench and taste until finally, with a long slow sigh, he'd swallow it down. They moved together in an intimate dance of dominance and submission; toilet slave and Mistress Anna Toilet bound together by their shared desire for this most taboo of entanglements.