PooAlina - Comfortable feeding of the toilet slave

PooAlina - Comfortable feeding of the toilet slave

Alina was lying comfortably on her back on the cold marble toilet, her perfect round ass in the air, her asscheeks slightly parted to offer easy access to her anus. She was wearing only a pair of thong panties that barely covered her pussy lips, leaving her sensitive areas exposed and vulnerable. Her legs were slightly spread apart, resting on the edges of the toilet bowl, and she brushed her fingers lightly over the insides of her thighs, waiting for her master's command.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Damien, her master and owner, adjusted his cock harness, feeling the thick, steaming load of shit within it. He had been pounding into Alina's tight young asshole for hours, fucking her mouth and pussy in between her toilet sessions to increase her overall humiliation. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her soft, exposed pussy lips, sending shivers down her spine.

He grasped her cock-shaped leash with one hand, his other hand holding the thick rubber turd-filled dildo. With a menacing yet seductive grin, he positioned the tip of the dildo at her asshole entrance, slicking it up with a generous amount of her previously ejected diarrhea. "Ready for your next meal, slave?" he growled, his voice low and threatening.

Alina moaned softly as she felt the sphincter muscles of her anus tense in anticipation. She knew what was coming, and despite the pain and humiliation, a part of her found pleasure in being used this way by her master. He pressed the tip of the dildo against her, holding it there for a moment before pushing through her resisting muscles. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as the thick dildo penetrated her tight rectum, filling her completely.

Slowly, Damien began to withdraw and push the dildo back in, fucking her asshole with steady, powerful strokes. The cold marble under her buttocks added to the sensation, driving her further into the depths of submission. He alternated between fucking her asshole and rubbing the rubber cock against her pussy lips, teasing her with the idea of pleasure but never allowing her access to it.

As he continued to take advantage of her, he let the cock-shaped leash go, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. Alina felt the weight of her own shit in her bowels, the feeling of fullness and the desire to empty it. She bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the urge, knowing that it was up to her master to decide when and how she would be allowed to relieve herself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Damien lifted the cock-shaped leash again. He gave it a sharp tug, pulling Alina off the toilet slightly, her asscheeks clenching and releasing as she struggled to maintain balance. He grinned cruelly as he watched her precarious position, knowing full well that he held all the power in this situation.

Without another word, he released the dildo from her asshole, leaving it wide open for her to empty herself into the toilet bowl. As she felt the warm stream of diarrhea flow out of her, she moaned in relief and shame, knowing that this was just another part of her degradation as a toilet slave. She continued to pump out her filth until the toilet water was completely overwhelmed, leaving her butthole gaping and exposed, ready for the next round of abuse.

Damien let go of the leash once more, leaving Alina to her own devices as she cleaned up the mess she had made. Obediently, she rose off the cold marble toilet seat, reaching for a towel to wipe her soiled pussy lips and ass clean. As she was about to clean up the rest of the mess, she looked at her master, waiting for his next command. He smiled maliciously, eyes dark with desire and domination. "You did well, slave," he said, stroking his cock harness again. "Tomorrow, we'll do this all over again."

With a deep sigh, Alina nodded her head in submission. Tomorrow would be another day of toilet slavery, of being used and abused by her master. Another day of comfort in the midst of degradation. Another day of pushing the limits of her humiliation for the promise of just a little bit of pleasure. Damien was the only one who could provide that for her now, and she knew it. She picked up the towel, taking one last look at her master before turning her attention back to the mess she had made. His cock was already rock hard again, eager for the next round of debauchery. As she cleaned up the toilet bowl and wiped down the cold marble toilet seat, she couldn't help but wonder what new torture he had in store for her tomorrow.