Mistress Anna Toilet - Tongue Toilet Paper

Mistress Anna Toilet - Tongue Toilet Paper

It was a common occurrence in Mistress Anna's toilet chamber. Her loyal slave, bound and kneeling before her, knew his place. His tongue was her toilet paper, his mouth the filthy receptacle for her excrement. She had trained him well, breaking him down bit by bit until he had become completely submissive to her every whim.

Today was no different. Mistress Anna amused herself by watching television, her feet propped up on the slave's back as he performed his duties. The smell of fresh shit filled the air as she paid no attention to him, lost in the escapism of her favorite show. Suddenly, she felt a tickle in her anus and knew it was time for her to take notice.

Her eyes glanced down at her docile slave. She could see the anticipation in his eyes as he awaited her command. Smiling cruelly, she leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Clean my ass with your tongue, you filthy little toilet slave." His cock, already hard from his own arousal, twitched in response to her words.

Obediently, the slave moved forward and parted his lips, presenting his tongue to her ass. Mistress Anna's fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she slowly lowered her ass onto his tongue. The taste of her shit was already coating his mouth, a reminder of his place in the world. He tried not to gag as he cleaned his mistress' anus with his tongue, lapping up every last drop of her potent feces.

As he finished his task, Mistress Anna removed her ass from his mouth and stood up, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her asshole remained slightly dilated from the pleasure she had just experienced. She turned to face her slave, who was still kneeling before her.

"You are such a good little toilet slave," she purred, running her fingers through his messy hair. "Now, next time I poop, I won't even bother using the toilet. I'll just shit directly into your mouth instead." She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting herself on him, knowing that he would do anything she asked of him.

And so it continued, day after day, as Mistress Anna trained her toilet slave to become the perfect vessel for her excremental desires. His only purpose in life was to serve her, to be her personal toilet paper whenever she needed it. He lived for the taste of her shit in his mouth and the feeling of her feet on his back, knowing that this was the only way he would ever truly belong to someone.

It was a twisted form of love, but it was all he knew. And he was more than happy to be Mistress Anna's toilet slave, for as long as she would have him.