SCATDOMINAANDTOILET - Mistress diarheea in bathroom

You arrive at the SCATDOMINAANDTOILET mansion, nervously knocking on the massive wooden door. A voice, deep and commanding, calls out for you to enter. You open the door slowly, revealing a luxurious marble foyer with gold accents and fine art adorning the walls. Before you stands a tall, powerful woman dressed in black latex. She smirks, revealing a pair of sharp steel teeth.

She motions for you to approach and you hesitantly walk towards her. She reaches down, gripping your chin tightly, and forces you to look her in the eyes. "You're here for your toilet slavery session, aren't you?" she asks coldly. You can't help but nod in response. She chuckles, her deep voice reverberating through the room.

She takes your hand and leads you down a grand staircase, through a series of intricately decorated hallways. Finally, you arrive at a stunning, opulent bathroom. Golden faucets drip with luxury as they overflow into the marble tub. There's a bed made of velvet pillows in the corner, and dominating the center of the room is a massive golden throne toilet.

Your heart races as you realize what's about to happen. The mistress gestures toward the toilet. "Up you go," she commands. You climb onto the cold steel of the toilet, your legs shaking as you realize there's nowhere for you to go but down. She pulls a roll of black cellophane from her pocket and begins wrapping it around your head, securing it tightly. You hear a click, and suddenly there's no sound but for the muffled beating of your heart.

You feel the mistress's presence looming over you, her body heat pressing against your back. She pulls down her leather pants, revealing her perfect, round ass. She grinds against your face, the rough texture of her latex teasing your flesh. You groan into the cellophane, desperate for air but unable to resist her. Suddenly, you feel a warm, sticky sensation spread across your face as she defecates onto your mouth.

She chuckles cruelly, the sound echoing through your head. "Enjoying your meal, slave?" she asks as she pulls her pantyhose foot from her shoe and uses it to force your mouth open further. You whimper, but she merely grins wickedly and reaches down to rub her feces into your mouth. You try to gag, but the gag ball in your mouth prevents you from making any sound but for muffled whimpers.

She continues to feed you her diarrhea, filling your mouth with the putrid, disgusting taste of her waste. You can feel it running down your chin, dripping onto your chest. As you begin to choke, she surprisingly reaches down and strokes your hair gently, almost motherly. "Don't worry, my little toilet slave," she whispers in your ear. "You'll get used to it. Now finish your meal."

You obediently nod, doing your best to force the foul-tasting mess down your throat. Minutes pass, and slowly but surely, the wave of nausea begins to subside. The mistress leans over, pressing a cool cloth against your forehead. "Good boy," she praises, untying the cellophane from around your head. You breathe heavily, her scent of dominance and filth filling your nostrils.

She smirks, reaching down to caress your cheek. "Now then," she says, her voice a low, seductive growl. "Time for your reward." She guides you to the velvet bed in the corner of the room and instructs you to lie down. She climbs on top of you, straddling your chest. You eagerly reach up to touch her, but she rebukes you with a sharp slap across the face. "Not yet," she says, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "We've got some cleaning to do first."

Without Warning, she sits on your face, her pussy oozing with slick juices as it presses against your lips. You eagerly lave her folds, eager to taste her after being filled with the disgusting taste of her feces. She moans, the sound echoing through the room. Her hands run through your hair, guiding you as you please her. Finally, she cums hard, her pussy convulsing against your face as hot cum pours onto your cheeks and nose. You lick her clean, savoring the taste of her nectar.

She smiles smugly, pulling herself off of you. "Now then," she says, climbing back on top of you. "You've pleased me enough. It's time for you to worship your true mistress." She guides your head towards her pulsating pussy, and you eagerly obey. You lap at her juices, savoring the salty tang of her arousal. She moans, the sound filling your ears as you pleasure her.

Finally, she climaxes once more, her pussy pulsing on your face as hot, sticky cum spills over your lips. She leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "Thank you, my loyal toilet slave," she whispers before pulling away and leaving the room, leaving you there, spent and exhausted on the bed. But you know that when she returns, you'll be right back where you belong - serving at the foot of your Mistress's golden toilet.