Mystress T - FEEDING MY SLAVE!!!

Mystress T was a dominatrix like no other. She had a special fascination with toilet play and her new toy, a human slave who worshiped her every inch, was about to experience the ultimate in humiliation and filth.

She had spent hours crafting a custom-made toilet seat specially designed for her slave's face. The seat was made of cold, hard metal, and the opening was perfectly shaped to fit around his mouth. The toilet bowl beneath it was shiny and white, just begging to be defiled.

As she stood over her trembling slave, she smiled slowly and deliberately. "Today," she purred, "is going to be all about you, my little toilet slave. You're going to experience the thrill of having your Mistress's shit drip onto your filthy face, and you're going to love every second of it."

Her words sent shivers down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to please her, and he knew that this was going to be his most humiliating, degrading task yet. But he also knew that it would be worth it to see the look of sheer pleasure on her face as she unloaded her bowels onto him.

Slowly, she lowered her perfect ass onto the toilet seat, feeling the cool metal pressing against her skin. Her slave could not tear his eyes away from the sight of her ass, almost close enough to touch, and she smiled to herself. She knew that this was going to be the best session yet.

Without another word, she clicked her tongue and did away with any remaining barriers to her pleasure. She began to push, feeling the familiar weight of her shit filling her intestines and preparing to exit her body. Her eyes drifted downward, catching sight of her slave's eager face, waiting for his first taste.

One by one, massive turds pushed out of her asshole and landed with a splat on her slave's cheeks and mouth. He was unable to dodge them all, and many of the tasty morsels rolled down his face and onto his chest.

After several rounds of filling his face with her hot, steaming shit, she finally pulled away. She looked down on him with satisfaction, seeing the mixture of disgust and arousal on his face. "Now," she said, her voice deeper and more resonant than before, "you get to taste your own masterpiece."

She bent down, wiping her ass with a corner of the towel she had provided, and offered him a fingerful of her freshly made poop. He opened his mouth obediently, tasting the warm, smooth texture on his tongue. When she was certain he had taken enough, she commanded him to open wide and show her his mouth again.

She plunged her dirty hand into his mouth, filling it with her feces until he could hardly breathe. Then she pulled back, watching as he struggled to swallow her gift. She knew that this was what he wanted - to be completely suffocated by her shit, to have no choice but to obey her every command.

With a sigh of contentment, she removed the towel from his face and stepped off the toilet seat. She stood over him, admiring her handiwork. He looked like a living piece of human garbage, covered in her feces and piss. But he never once took his eyes off her, waiting patiently for her next command.

And Mystress T knew that she had him right where she wanted him. He was her slave, her toilet slave, and she would never tire of using him in all the ways that brought her the most pleasure. As long as he was beneath her, she would continue to fill his mouth with her shit and piss, to rub it into his skin, to make him beg for more.

Releasing him from his bonds, she turned and left the room, already planning her next session with her filthy, obedient slave. He watched her go, trembling with anticipation for the next time she would need to relieve herself...and the next time she would use him like the toilet he was always meant to be.