Mistress StellaMi - Mistress Umas toilet 3 (no english subtitles)

Mistress StellaMi, dressed in a tight black latex dress, stood over her toilet slave, who was kneeling on the cold tile floor. His eyes were fixed on her high heels as they tapped rhythmically against the floor. He trembled slightly in anticipation of what was to come.

She smiled cruelly, leaning down towards him. "Open wide, slave," she growled, her hot breath fanning across his face. He obeyed instantly, parting his lips as far as they would go. Mistress StellaMi took advantage of his compliance, slowly lowering her tight latex-clad ass towards his waiting mouth. The scent of her ass dominated the air around them, a mix of sweat and femaleness that made him even more aroused.

With a sadistic grin, she released a thick, steaming load of shit into his waiting mouth. He didn't hesitate for a moment, swallowing it down gratefully as she continued to fill his mouth with her waste. When she was finally finished, she pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva and filth on his chin.

"That's a good little toilet slave," she praised him before pulling a small, metal object from her pocket. It was the key to his chastity belt. "Now," she said, dropping the key into his lap, "if you want me to take this nasty thing off, you'll need to earn it."

She turned and walked away, her ass swaying enticingly in the tight latex. The slave hesitated for a moment, but then picked up the key and awkwardly began unfastening his belt. Once it was off, he stood up groaning in relief, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum.

Mistress StellaMi turned around, arching an eyebrow. "That's more like it," she said, smirking. "Now get on your knees and show some appreciation for your mistress."

The slave did as he was told, crawling towards her on his knees. He reached out, placing his hands on her legs and starting to kiss his way up them, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweat and skin. When he finally reached her face, he looked up at her with adoration in his eyes. "Thank you, mistress," he whispered, his voice shaking with excitement.

She laughed cruelly, pushing him back down onto the floor. "Don't thank me yet, slave. We haven't even started." She stepped over his prostate, grinding her heel into his abdomen as she walked over to the toilet. "Now," she said, straddling the bowl, "I think it's time for a nice long piss."

Without another word, she lowered her tight latex-clad crotch over the edge of the toilet bowl, revealing her silky black panties. She pressed her pussy against the rim of the bowl, her eyes locked onto his as she began to urinate. The stream of hot urine hit him directly in the face, soaking his skin and running down his neck. He stayed perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle as he felt the warm liquid trickle down his body.

When Mistress StellaMi was finished, she stood up and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. The slave's face was covered in her piss and drool, his eyes shining with submission. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him there to clean up his own mess.

Later that night, the slave crawled into his own bed, exhausted but satisfied. He could still taste Mistress StellaMi on his tongue, and the scent of her was still lingering in his nostrils. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that he would come crawling back to her feet in exchange for just a little more of her filthy magic.