Mistress Mystique - Indian Food Coming Out in Explosion

Mistress Mystique had been out shopping at the mall all day, her feet aching in her designer heels as she browsed through racks of clothes and accessories. Her stomach was growling, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in a while. She decided to treat herself to some Indian food and settled down at a cozy corner table in a popular restaurant. As soon as she saw the menu, her mouth began to water at the delicious aromas wafting up from the dishes. She ordered too much food, as always, knowing that she'd be too full to finish it all. A few minutes later, the food arrived and she dug in greedily. It was spicy, rich, and incredibly satisfying, and she found herself cramming in large bites of rice and curry with her hands. Unfortunately, her lack of self-control caught up with her quickly. Within 15 minutes, she was running to the bathroom, her stomach churning and her ass on fire. She rushed into a stall, barely able to unzip her tight jeans before she felt an explosion of diarrhea coming out of her. The warm, smelly liquid gushed out of her in waves, flooding the toilet and coating her bare legs up to her knees. She struggled to pull down her pantyhose and underwear, trying to avoid stepping in the mess. But it was impossible - the feces and toilet paper were sloshing around, making it difficult for her to keep her balance. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her anal passage. Her asshole was stretched to its limit, about to give way under the onslaught of diarrhea. Desperate for relief, Mistress Mystique reached back and began to massage her own ass cheeks, trying to coax whatever was left of her bowels to relax. It was no use; her body had taken over and there was nothing she could do but submit to the intense Mistress Mystique - Indian Food Coming Out in Explosion pleasure/pain of it all. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rush of diarrhea subsided. She pulled up her pants and pantyhose, glad that the worst was over. But as she stood up, she felt a strange sensation in her ass. She reached back and felt something hard and cold protruding from her anus - it was the handle of her smartphone, which had been hidden in her purse at the bottom of the pile. With a start, Mistress Mystique realized what had happened. As her body had forcefully expelled the contents of her bowels, the power of the fluid had propelled her phone like a rocket, shooting it out of her purse and onto the floor of the stall. And now, it was covered in shit. She stared at the phone in horror, wondering how on earth she was going to clean it. But then she remembered her obsession with scat and toilet play. Picking up the phone carefully, she brought it closer to her face, inhaling the sickly sweet smell of her own feces. Still kneeling on the filthy bathroom floor, Mistress Mystique began to slowly brush her fingers over the screen of the phone, tracing the shape of the devices buttons with her feces-covered fingertips. She started to type out a message to her phone sex slave clients, telling them about her latest toilet adventure and promising them more videos and pictures if they were good servants. As she typed, content began to appear on the screen, erasing her previous message. Her ass had other ideas, and it seemed like no amount of wiping could completely clean her phone off. But Mistress Mystique didn't mind; she found the smearing of her own feces over the screen of her phone incredibly arousing. It was a messy, disgusting, and depraved act that turned her on more than anything else in the world. And with that, Mistress Mystique stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the bathroom, her feces-covered phone tightly clutched in her hand. She couldn't wait to go home and edit the video footage she had taken during her ordeal - it was going to be her best work yet.