Mistress Mystique - Even Nice Hotels Get Shit In

Mistress Mystique was in a playful mood as she headed to her hotel room after a long day on set. She was wearing her tight, black latex dress that hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her long, glossy brown hair flowed down her back, just past her buttocks, setting off her alluring aura. She couldn't wait to meet her fan who was going to worship her feet and her asshole. However, first she had to take care of some business.

Arriving at her room, Mistress Mystique made her way over to the toilet and flashed a wicked smile before sitting down. She could feel the weight of her poop pressing against her asshole and couldn't resist the urge to push. With a delighted moan, she slowly released her load into the bowl, looking back at the door every few seconds to make sure her admirer wasn't early.

The hot, steaming mess slithered and squirmed in the bowl, reminding Mistress Mystique of the power she held over her slave. She couldn't help but grin as she fantasied about him kneeling before her, his tongue gently tracing the outline of her asshole, trying desperately to clean up her mess. He was so eager to please her, and she loved it!

After a few moments of pooping in the hotel bowl, Mistress Mystique stood up and turned around to survey her work. She had created quite a masterpiece. The shit was a beautiful, swirling pattern of brown and black, and it was certainly wide enough to fit a few of her fingers. She felt a stinging sensation between her legs and knew that her toilet slave had arrived early. With a triumphant smirk, she pushed open the door.

Before him stood Mistress Mystique, naked from the waist down, her heart-shaped ass pointed right at him. She could see the lust in his eyes and took pleasure in knowing that he wanted to taste her shit. "Kneel," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. "It's time to clean up my mess."

The man immediately dropped to his knees in front of her, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her excrement. Mistress Mystique grabbed his hair and pulled his face close to hers so that they were eye to eye. "Remember, this is my shit. You are not to enjoy it. You are here to clean up my messes, understand?" She glared at him, daring him to disobey her. He nodded eagerly, and she pulled his head back towards her ass.

With a soft moan, Mistress Mystique parted her cheeks, revealing her perfect rosebud to her eager slave. "Tongue my asshole," she commanded. The man hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out and brushing the tip of his tongue against her tight opening. She moaned again in approval and pushed his head forward, forcing him to probe deeper into her ass.

As Mistress Mystique leaned back against the wall, relishing in the sensation of being worshipped by her slave, she couldn't help but think about how far she had come. From being a nobody in the industry to becoming the ultimate symbol of feminine dominance and power over men who craved to bathe in her filth. With a satisfied smile, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lost in the ecstasy of toilet slavery.