Mistress Anna Toilet, a stunningly gorgeous Mistress with a well-known predilection for scat, found herself confined to her chambers due to a bout of Covid. Feeling weak and debilitated, she nonetheless realized that her slaves, ravenous for the nourishment she alone could provide, would not have abandoned her. Her eager thoughts drifted to their ongoing devotion and the tantalizing servitude soon to be bestowed upon her.
As the days passed, her body began to heal, but not before her constipation reached unbearable levels. With growing discomfort, she realized that nature's call would soon demand attention, and there was no time like the present. Excited at the thought of relieving herself on her loyal slaves once more, she summoned them to her chambers.
"My slaves," she commanded with a sultry smile, "it seems that I am finally well enough to reward you for your dedication. However, I fear that I may be a bit messy today. Please prepare yourselves accordingly." Her eyes glinted dangerously as she awaited their response.
The slaves hurried to obey, their hearts racing in anticipation at the thought of their Mistress's imminent arrival. They knew well enough what was about to transpire and scurried about, laying out fresh linen and reviving the toilet facilities which had lain dormant during their time apart. It seemed as though nothing would suffice their desires; their craving for her fecal matter had only grown stronger in her absence.
Finally, Mistress Anna Toilet emerged from her chambers, a regal figure clad in a diaphanous robe of silk and lace. Her body glowed with health and vitality, accentuated by the aura of power that surrounded her. She walked slowly, deliberately, her hips swaying hypnotically as she approached the waiting slaves. Her eyes blazed with passionate intensity as they locked onto theirs, demanding utter obedience.
"Now," she purred, her voice a soft purr that belied its commanding tone. "Let us begin." With magisterial grace, she lowered herself onto the awaiting toilet seat, her buttocks taut and inviting to the gaze of her slaves. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pressure building within her bowels, ready to unleash the torrent of filth that had accumulated during her confinement.
Her sinuous body tensed, and then her sphincter muscles relaxed, releasing a wave of warm, thick feces onto the floor below. It grew and expanded, coating the cold tiles with a thick layer of excrement. The smell was overwhelmingly nauseating, yet there was an undeniable allure that drew the slaves closer, their faces twisted in ecstasy at the sight before them. Mistress Anna Toilet's eyes snapped open, bringing them into focus on each of her slaves in turn, her gaze boring deeply into their very souls.
"Now," she said again, her voice soft yet commanding. "Who will have the honor of cleansing me?" There was no hesitation; indeed, they each vied for her attention, their hands clenching into fists as they fought for the right to serve her. Eventually, she chose one – the one who had served her faithfully since the beginning of their journey together – and pointed him out.
Without further ado, he knelt before her, his face mere inches from the source of her filth. His tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of her feces, his eyes closed tightly in rapture. She watched him for a moment, savoring the sight of his submission before speaking again.
"Now," she purred, "it's time for you to earn your keep." Her hands grasped at the bulging flesh of his crotch, pulling his trousers down to reveal his erect shaft. "Open your mouth wide." Her voice was sharp yet seductive. With trembling hands, he did as he was told, his mouth gaping open in anticipation of her next command.
"Tongue fuck my ass," she commanded, her voice dripping with desire. Without further hesitation, the slave obeyed. His tongue darted in and out of her tight anus while she sat motionless on the throne-like toilet seat, allowing herself to be pleasured by his attentions.
"That's it," she moaned softly. "Don't stop now." Her walls began to quiver as an orgasm built within her, the pleasure coursing through her body making her tremble with anticipation. And then, with a cry that could only be described as primal, she released – a torrent of hot, thick cum shooting forth from her ass and coating his eager face.
Moments later, she slowly rose from the toilet seat, proud and triumphant. Her slaves remained on their knees before her, eyes glued to her every movement, hearts pounding with desire for the one who controlled their very existence. The room was filled with a strange, electric energy – one that spoke of perversion and passion in equal measure. Only in the presence of Mistress Anna Toilet could such a scene unfold; only in her chambers could these dark desires be given full expression.
And so it continued, day after day. Every need was met with obedience, every command followed without hesitation. For in the world of Mistress Anna Toilet, there was no greater honor than to be allowed to serve at her feet, stained and coated in the filth of her body.
