Mystress T - My Slaves Back!!!

Mystress T's Toilet Slavery domain has been quiet for a few days as her beloved slave had to travel on business. Now he's back, craving to be given the privilege of cleaning her perfect rectum with his tongue. She greets him, sitting on a chair with her legs spread wide open, her asshole begging to be eaten. "Suck it, you disgusting creature!" she commands him with a wicked smile. "Show me how much you've missed your mistress's filthy shit."

Her slave kneels before her, his face just inches from her asshole. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of her asshole as he prepares himself for the delicacy that awaits him. She giggles maliciously, knowing full well she holds complete control over him. "Do you want it? Tell me!" She taunts him, teasing him mercilessly before finally granting his wish.

With a swift motion, she pushes out a nice tasty load of shit straight into his mouth. "Eat it!" She demands with relish as he moans around the mouthful of her feces. Satisfied for now, she continues talking smugly while he cleans her asshole thoroughly. "See how much better you feel now that you've satisfied your mistress's toilet needs? There's nothing like a good dump first thing in the morning."

Mystress T reaches back and begins to play with herself, her juices already flowing. "Ha! You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, aren't you? Here I am, letting you worship my asshole like it's the only thing that matters, and still you can't satisfy me properly." Her pussy is dripping with cum, and she knows exactly where this conversation is heading. "But never mind that," she says as she leans forward slightly, presenting her dripping slit to him.

His tongue darts out, eager to taste the nectar of his mistress. She gasps in pleasure as he laps at her pussy, cleaning up the excess cum. "You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" She purrs, her voice full of praise and desire. "And next time... maybe you'll get to taste some of that cum too."

With a wicked grin, she pushes him away. "For now," she says as she rises from her chair, adjusting herself discreetly, "it's time for me to find a more dignified outlet for my waste." She turns her back on him, swinging her hips as she walks away. "And don't you dare touch yourself until I give you permission."

As he listens to the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, Mystress T's slave can only look at the disgusting, cum-coated mess he's left behind on the floor. But he knows better than to try and clean it up without his mistress's permission. After all, he's just a slave – and a very happy one at that.