PooAlina - Alina spits and pooping in mouth of the toilet slave

PooAlina - Alina spits and pooping in mouth of the toilet slave

Alina stalked into the bathroom, her normally pristine white dress slightly askew and glinting with traces of perspiration. She cast a scowl at her shivering personal toilet slave, who lay curled up on the cold tile floor by the toilet bowl. She knew he was only there because it pleased her to see him cower in fear. "Get up, slave," she commanded, her Venetian accent making every word acquire a new, ominous significance. The slave trembled but slowly managed to crawl to his feet, his eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet her furious gaze. Alina reached into her handbag and retrieved a black leather whip, which she held up menacingly. She swung it a few times, the air splitting with the sudden loud cracks. She took a step closer to the trembling slave, and he flinched as she ran the whip across his back, drawing thin lines of blood. "You are here for my pleasure, slave," she spat, poking him painfully in the chest with the tip of the whip. "When I wish to use you as a toilet, you will comply, or else I will punish you further." The slave whimpered, unable to deny the truth of her words. He knew there was no escape from his fate; all he could do was pray for her mercy. As if reading his thoughts, Alina grew impatient. "Enough of this." She grabbed his head roughly, forcing him to look up into her eyes. "Open your mouth," she commanded. The slave complied hesitantly, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Alina spat directly into it. He jerked back in surprise and disgust at the unexpected saliva, but she was undeterred. "Now," she ordered, "place your mouth over this," indicating the toilet bowl with a wave of her hand. The slave did as he was told, bending over the bowl and positioning himself as she had done so many times before. Alina watched with grim satisfaction as he trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She took her time, savoring every moment of his fear and humiliation. Finally, she felt the familiar stirring in her bowels and knew it was time to act. She lowered her dress around her hips, revealing her gleaming white buttocks. With an audible sigh of relief, she released an enormous turd into the slave's waiting mouth. He gagged and choked, trying desperately to hold back her enormous load, but he was no match for her. She could feel his tongue flicking against her anus, tasting every last bit of her excrement. It was all part of the game - the power she held over him, the control she exerted over his every movement. Slowly, Alina pulled up her dress, wiping her ass clean and flushing the slave's mouth clean of her waste. She bestowed a final, contemptuous glance upon him before leaving the room, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she left him to his thoughts.