Mistress Mystique - Seduced Into Being Her Toilet

One of these days, your silent attraction to Black girls will lead you down a rabbit hole... Today is his day! Drinks at an NYC bar turned into a trip to My basement for this guy. From the way he watched My ass in My tight, green leggings, I knew I could lead him down the sticky road. He didn't even fight Me when I tied him up. Soon, I understood My ass was all he needed to follow instructions and become My toilet paper!

He begged and pleaded to worship My perfect, round posterior, promising anything I wanted. I smiled, thinking about the power I held over him with just the gentle sway of My behind. He was at My mercy, and I intended to make full use of that fact. Stories of men becoming human toilets for their dominant mistresses were nothing new in the scat fetish scene. But what set Me apart was the way I controlled My submissive's mind, body, and soul. He would become My toilet not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

Slowly, I untied him, allowing him to crawl towards My rear. With trembling hands, he reached out and gently caressed My ass cheeks. I leaned forward slightly, inviting him to explore further. His fingers found their way between My legs, feeling the warmth of My pussy. I moaned softly, giving him a hint of what was to come. For now, his sole purpose was to worship My ass. And worship he would, with all the zeal and passion only a true scat lover could muster.

I watched as he buried his face deeper into My cleavage, inhaling My musky scent. "Lick it, slave," I commanded. His tongue darted out, tracing the lines of My asshole through the fabric of My leggings. Seeing him respond so eagerly to My every whim sent shivers down My spine. It was clear that this man would go to any lengths to please Me - even if it meant becoming My personal toilet.

I stood up, turning around slowly. My entire behind was on display for his inspection. My heart raced as I awaited his reaction. The hunger in his eyes told me he couldn't wait to taste My ass. Slowly, I began to peel off My leggings, reveling in the anticipation of finally granting him access to the forbidden fruit of My anus.

With a devious grin, I turned around once more, this time presenting My naked, untouched ass to his hungry gaze. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of My asshole once again. He groaned, unable to contain his excitement. "My beautiful toilet," he murmured, lost in the bliss of submission. With that, he leaned forward and plunged his face into My ass, eagerly lapping up the sweet nectar of My bowels.

Watching him worship My behind with such devotion was a thrilling experience, one that filled Me with a sense of power and control unmatched by anything else. As he continued to lap at My asshole, his tongue exploring every inch of my anal cavity, My mind wandered to the many possibilities this newfound relationship held. Would he be able to take the full brunt of My daily shits, becoming My personal human toilet even when I wasn't using him for pleasure? Only time would tell, but for now, I reveled in the sublime bliss of His submission to My every desire.

After a few minutes of blissful indulgence, I decided it was time to take things to the next level. Standing up, I turned around once more, this time revealing My bare, clean ass to him. "Now," I commanded, his voice shaking with anticipation, "eat it." And with that, he slowly, tentatively lowered himself onto his knees, his face just inches away from My asshole. With a determined smirk, I positioned My body strategically, lowering My ass just enough to allow him access. As he finally made contact with My anus, his tongue delving deep inside My bowels, I knew that We were now bound together by the dark, divine and undeniably taboo bond of toilet slavery.

His hands gripped My thighs tightly as he struggled to keep up with the pace I'd set. I leaned forward slightly, resting one hand on his shoulder for balance as I began to push, forcing his face deeper and deeper into My asshole, pressing My rectum against his tongue. He groaned, his body shaking with pleasure as he tasted the sweet nectar of My toilet. With every grunt and moan, I knew that We were one - two beings joined together by the most primal of desires, toilet slavery. And as I pushed him to the brink of ecstasy, I couldn't help but wonder when We would next meet... in My private chambers or in the bathroom stall of some dark, secluded bar?

The possibilities were endless... and so was My ass. My toilet slave could not contain himself any longer, desperation coursing through his veins as he reached climax after climax. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the salty remnants of Our intimate encounter. And as he lay there, spent and quivering, I knew that he would do anything for just one more taste of My divine toilet.

I peeled My ass away from his face, standing up as he looked up at Me with pleading eyes. "Did you enjoy your meal, slave?" I purred, a wicked grin spreading across My face. Without waiting for his response, I turned around and began to walk away. "Stay close, slave," I called over My shoulder. "You never know when you might be needed again."

And with that, I disappeared down the hall, leaving him to contemplate the next time he'd get to prove his loyalty to Me - in My toilet.