MISTRESS ISABELLA - 507 ITA pov My nephew becomes my toilet!!!!

You have always been fascinated by me, Mistress Isabella, your aunt's sister. You've been watching me from the shadows, sniffing my panties, and even peeking while I'm taking a bath. Today, I decided to turn the tables on you. As I entered the living room, I noticed you trembling behind the sofa. Your eyes were fixed on my bottom, and I could see the bulge in your pants as you grew harder looking at my ass. I couldn't help but chuckle softly. It was time to make your fantasies a reality. "Come out, come and get your treat," I said, my voice dripping with honey and venom. You hesitated but then slowly emerged from your hiding spot. Your face was flushed, and the look in your eyes was like a lost puppy. It made me chuckle again. "On your knees," I commanded, my voice low and gravelly. You knelt down, and I saw your cock straining against the fabric of your pants. I couldn't help but stare at it, admiring its size and its need for what I was about to give it. "Now," I said, my voice softening, "I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you will do everything I say without hesitation." Your eyes darted around before finally settling on mine. "I promise," you stammered, your voice shaking. You had just committed to being my toilet, and to relish in all the filth that came with it. "Good boy," I said, reaching down with one hand to undo your belt. As I slid your pants and boxers over your hips, your cock sprang free, thick and proud. It bobbed in front of me like a hungry, eager beast. "Now," I said softly, "I want you to lean forward and place your head in my lap." Again, you hesitated only for a moment before complying. Your warm, soft cheek against my bare thigh sent a shiver down my spine. "That's it," I murmured, running my fingers through your sweat-dampened hair. "Now just stay there and wait for your auntie's treat." I stood up and waltzed into the kitchen, whistling nonchalantly. In my mind, I was already planning your fate. As I returned with a tray holding a gleaming, freshly cleaned toilet seat cover and a small bowl of dark chocolate ice cream, your anticipation was palpable. I placed the tray on the coffee table before you, and your mouth went dry as you realized what was about to happen. With a wicked grin, I reached down and grasped your chin firmly, forcing your gaze up to meet mine. "This," I said, pointing to the bowl of ice cream, "is not your treat. You need to earn this by worshiping my asshole." I paused, letting the words sink in before adding, "And that means I get to use you as my toilet." Your face turned ashen, but you couldn't look away from my ass or the promise of pleasure that the ice cream represented. You watched in horror and excitement as I lowered my pants, revealing my perfectly rounded, pale bottom. "Do it," I commanded, and you didn't hesitate. Your nose buried in my crease, savoring the scent of my arousal and your impending doom. Your tongue flicked out, tasting me, exploring every inch of my anus before sliding inside. "More," I growled, smacking your head against my ass. And you obeyed, reaching down with one hand to finger yourself as you lapped at my lubricating juices. You moaned around my butt cheeks, driving me wild with pleasure. "That's it," I whispered, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing your face deeper into my ass. The feeling of your tongue on my asshole, in conjunction with the dirty talk and the smell of shit, made me so wet that I knew I wouldn't last long. As I felt my orgasm building, I pushed you away gently. "Drink it," I commanded, and you didn't hesitate. Your tongue darted out, scooping up the dark blob of cum and swallowing it down. You looked up at me, your eyes shining with the combination of fear and lust that coursed through you. "Now it's time for you to taste me," I said, sitting on the edge of the table and lifting a foot onto the couch. I scooped out some of my freshly deposited shit with a finger and held it up to your lips, daring you to resist. You opened your mouth, and I felt the hot breath against my fingers before they disappeared inside. Your tongue lapped at the shit eagerly, cleaning my finger and preparing you for the main course. "Now," I said, leaning back and removing the toilet seat cover, "I want you to stick your tongue all the way inside my asshole and taste every last bit of your aunt's treat." You did as you were told, your tongue probing deeper and deeper until it found my sweet spot. "That's it," I moaned, grinding my hips forward. You lapped at my asshole like a good little cock worshipper, cleaning my insides and making me shudder with pleasure. As the orgasm finally subsided, I let out a contented sigh. "That was amazing," I said, panting a bit. "Now, get down on your knees and thank me for letting you taste your aunt's cock and asshole." You hesitated for a moment, but then did as I'd commanded. "Thank you, Mistress Isabella, for sharing your toys with me." I smiled at your devotion and promise of a loyal servant. "Anytime, boy," I said, reaching down to help you up. "Now, why don't you go clean up while I take a shower? I'm sure there are some more filthy fantasies we can act out when I'm done." You nodded eagerly, grabbing your soiled clothes and rushing off to the bathroom. As I watched you go, I couldn't help but smile to myself. The power I had over you was intoxicating, and I couldn't wait to explore it further.