Mistress Mystique - First Time Toilet - No cracker is Safe Around my Ass

Mistress Mystique was a dominant goddess with impeccable taste. She had planned the perfect toilet-training session for her white slave who had been serving her all weekend long. The slave had been collared and committed to serving Mistress Mystique's every need, including using his mouth as a urinal, rimming her dazzling ass, and tasting her divine excrement. The night before, Mistress Mystique dressed the slave in a black speedo and secured him to the bed with chains around his wrists and ankles, making sure he couldn't move an inch. She straddled his face and relaxed his sphincter before pouring warm, silky piss directly onto his tongue. He was forced to swallow every last drop as she watched closely. Tonight, Mistress Mystique wanted more from her pathetic toilet slave. She sat on the edge of the bed, her ass dangling temptingly over his face. She turned around, revealing her bare, perfect ass, and spoke to him in a low, seductive voice. "Surely, you realize there's no escaping me. No cracka is safe around my ass." With that, she leaned forward and placed the tip of her asshole on his lips. "You're going to love this, toilet slave," she purred. She gently pushed down, slowly inserting the head of her erect cock into his open mouth. He responded by moaning around the invading object, his tongue pressing against it desperately. Mistress Mystique began to move up and down, fucking his face with her ass. She watched as the muscles in his throat worked to contain the thick shaft filling his mouth. "That's it, toilet slave," she encouraged him. "You're supposed to be cleaning my ass with your tongue – anything else you do is purely for your own pleasure." Finally, Mistress Mystique pulled out of his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. She straddled his chest and hovered over his face once again. "I told you I'd feed you," she smirked before lowering her ass onto his face. The slave savored her divine taste, imagining how it would feel to swallow every last drop of her precious waste. With his tongue, he traced the delicate lines of her asshole, cleaning her thoroughly before looking up at her, pleading with his eyes for more. Mistress Mystique laughed, a husky chuckle that vibrated against his skin, and sank even deeper onto his face. When she finally pulled away, she left a trail of saliva and precum between them. She stood up, her naked body towering over him. "I think we need to make sure that little cock of yours is nice and clean too, don't you?" She teased as she reached down, grabbed his cock by the base, and guided it toward her mouth. The slave closed his eyes, anticipating the exquisite pain that would soon follow. He felt her warm tongue circle the head of his cock, cleaning him thoroughly before she took him deep into her throat. His ass twitched involuntarily as he felt the heat from her tongue circling his asshole. After a few more minutes of pleasuring him, Mistress Mystique pulled back, her mouth glistening with his precum. She reached for a small bowl of mayo on the nightstand and scooped some up with her fingers. She slowly brought her fingers toward his mouth, teasing him with the possibility of getting one last taste of her divine ass. He opened his mouth eagerly, and she pushed her fingers inside, letting him taste the thick, creamy mayo mixed with her saliva. With that, the perfect toilet-training session was complete. Mistress Mystique leaned forward and unlocked the collar around her slave's neck. "That's a good boy," she whispered as she stroked his cheek fondly. "Now get out of here before I change my mind." The white slave crawled out of the room on shaking legs, his mind reeling with the events of the evening. He knew he would do anything to please Mistress Mystique again, even if it meant serving her toilet for the rest of his life.