Mistress Mystique - Shitting While On Phone With Human Toilet Aftermath

Mistress Mystique sat on her golden throne, her ample ass raised in the air as she clutched her phone with one hand. She felt a familiar warmth spreading through her gut, signaling that it was time to relieve herself. Between being a goddess of shitting and her busy schedule, she rarely had time to set up her camera to record her every bowel movement. However, today she decided to make an exception. As the sensation grew stronger, she debated whether to answer the call from one of her loyal human toilets or tend to her own needs first. After all, she knew they would understand if their Mistress was in distress and required their services immediately. With a sigh of resignation, she decided to answer the call and tend to her business later. "This is Mistress Mystique," she said into the phone, her voice already sounding strained. "Hello Mistress," came a trembling voice on the other end of the line. "I am your human toilet, and I am ready to serve you." Mistress Mystique groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as another wave of nausea washed over her. "I'm sorry, toilet," she finally managed to reply. "I can't tend to you right now. I need to take care of some... private matters first." There was a long pause on the other end of the line, followed by a soft whisper. "Understood, Mistress." As the toilet's voice faded away, Mistress Mystique felt a familiar pressure building up inside her. She took a deep breath and gripped the phone tighter, waiting for it to pass. But it didn't. Instead, the pressure continued to grow, pushing against her insides with every heartbeat. Without warning, a warm gush of liquid rushed out of her, filling the room with the sweet smell of shit. Without hesitation, she continued to empty her bowels, her eyes watering from the effort of holding it all in. As the flow slowed down, she finally managed to catch her breath and look around. The floor was already covered in a sticky mess, but she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was relieving herself. When she was finally certain that her bowels were empty, Mistress Mystique pulled out her phone again. She knew what she had to do next. With shaking hands, she started to record a video message for her human toilet. "Here it comes, toilet," she said, her voice strained. "I hope you're ready to clean up my mess." As she spoke, she lifted her ass off the ground, allowing the hot liquid to drip out of her asscheeks. It was a cruel tease, both for her and the poor soul on the other end of the line. But it was also a testament to her power; despite feeling weak and vulnerable herself, she was still in control of every aspect of her toilet's life. Finally, when she was certain that she had finished, Mistress Mystique set her phone down and leaned back against the throne, gasping for air. Her body ached from the effort of holding in her shit for so long, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. After all, she was not just a Mistress - she was a goddess of shitting. And now, as she waited for her toilet to arrive and clean up her mess, she knew that he would be grateful for everything she had done for him. Because in her world, there was nothing more humbling than being used by someone greater than yourself.