Mistress Anna Toilet - Shitting Nasty Log

Mistress Anna Toilet smiled wickedly as she walked into the room, her eyes fixed on the shivering toilet slave kneeling obediently before her. He looked up at her with trembling eyes, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. "You fucking pervert! You really enjoy this, don't you?" she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt.

The slave tried to mumble a response but found himself unable to form words. His mind was consumed by the overwhelming desire he felt for his mistress, a desire that caused his cock to stiffen in his pants as he knelt before her. His eyes never left hers as she slowly unzipped her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties that barely contained her mighty shit load.

With a seductive smile, Mistress Anna reached back and spread her cheeks, presenting her perfect round ass to the slave. He gasped at the sight of her anus, already glistening with moisture in anticipation of what was to come. She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, her abdominal muscles tautening as she prepared to unload her bowels.

The slave watched in awe as she began to push, his eyes fixed on the bulge in her panties that grew larger with each passing moment. A thin line of moisture began to seep out of the fabric, tracing a wet path down her thigh. Finally, with a loud grunt of effort, Mistress Anna forced out a massive turd, covering the surface of the log with a layer of steaming shit.

She leaned back, her face contorted in pleasure as she felt the weight of her load. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the log, her ass sinking into the warm softness of the human waste. The slave couldn't believe what he was witnessing—the mixture of pleasure and disgust on his mistress's face was intoxicating.

As she began to rock back and forth, grinding her ass against the log, a look of bliss spread across her face. The smell of shit filled the air, making the slave's nose twitch uncontrollably. It was then that she noticed his reaction, and with a mischievous grin, she arched her back and thrust her hips forward, forcing a thick rope of brown shit ooze between her round ass cheeks.

The slave watched in horror and fascination as the sticky mess ran down her leg, dripping onto the floor of the toilet. She crawled off the log, a slow, sensual crawl that left little doubt as to the twisted power she held over him. Standing up, she turned to face him, the stink of her shit engulfing him like a thick blanket.

Mistress Anna stepped closer, her eyes boring into his. "You're going to clean up this mess, aren't you?" she purred. Her smile widened as she saw the fear in his eyes, knowing full well what was coming next. "And when you're done," she whispered, "you're going to want more, won't you?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his cheek. The slave could only nod in response, his whole body trembling with anticipation.

Mistress Anna Toilet, savoring her power over him, slowly walked out of the room, leaving the toilet slave kneeling amidst the stench and filth of his own perverse desires.