Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Mistress Christinas personal toilet

Mistress Christina's personal toilet. Today, I found myself once again alone with the almighty diva, Mrs. Christina. Victoria, her maid, was busy elsewhere and left the room to Christina's free will. She chose to spend her time resting on the couch and watching television, all while I sat on the floor in another room waiting for her to summon me into service. Finally, the moment arrived; I was called into her presence and knew instantly what was about to occur.

Mistress Christina was wearing a tight, black latex dress that hugged her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her black heels were caked with dirt, and I noticed a faint but unmistakable odor wafting from them. As I knelt down in front of her, my eyes fixed on the shimmering material between her legs, anticipating the delicious treat that awaited me.

She commanded me to begin by licking her feet, which were not particularly clean. I moved closer, pressing my face into the soft leather of her shoes, inhaling deeply the intoxicating mixture of sweat and dirt. With careful reverence, I began licking and sucking on her feet, cleaning every inch of her skin with my tongue. It was an intimate act that left me both humbled and aroused by her dominance over me.

Once her feet were sufficiently clean, she gestured for me to move up to her lap. As I climbed onto the couch beside her, my eyes caught sight of the open zipper on her dress, revealing just a glimpse of the shiny latex catsuit she wore beneath it. I could feel a subtle shift in her weight as she adjusted herself on the couch, preparing for what was about to come.

She had consumed borsch and risotto the previous day, and it was now my duty to receive all of that, along with anything else she might wish to expel from her beautiful body, directly into my mouth. We played this game for several minutes: I would lean forward, my mouth open and eagerly awaiting her indulgence, and just as I thought I knew what was coming, she would change her mind and redirect her flow elsewhere. Over and over again, she teased and taunted me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back and leaving me wanting more.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of anticipation, she dropped her shoulders and let out a contented sigh. I knew this was my cue: she was about to reward me for my obedience and devotion with her most prized possession – a hot, steamy mouthful of her golden urine. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth wide, my tongue curling back in eager anticipation of her warm nectar.

She release her bladder, and the sweet scent of amber filled the air around us. I felt the warm liquid pour over my tongue and down my throat, filling me up with the essence of her power and dominance. It was an intoxicating experience that left me utterly spellbound by her beauty and control.

Just when I thought the moment had come to an end, she spoke again, her voice deep and sultry. "Not just yet, slave," she purred. "You haven't had your fill of me." With those words, she shifted her weight once again, and this time, I knew exactly what was coming. I opened my mouth wide in anticipation, ready to receive whatever she had planned for me next.

She heaved herself up off the couch, allowing her massive, meaty ass to hover just inches above my face. I could see the outline of her pink star-shaped anal plug, glistening in the dim light of the room. She lowered herself down onto the couch once again, her massive rear end now directly over my face. Without warning, she released a torrent of hot, steaming feces directly into my waiting mouth. It was an incredible weight, forcing my jaw open wider than I ever thought possible. But I couldn't help but marvel at her scent - a heady mix of sweet vanilla and bitter cocoa, with just a hint of something else, something indescribable that made my cock throb with desire.

She held the position for several minutes, allowing me to savor every ounce of her sweet, savory shit. When she finally pulled away, I was left gasping for air, my face and tongue coated in her divine essence. "Very good, slave," she purred, stroking my hair fondly. "Now clean yourself up and prepare for your mistress's next command."

As I struggled to my feet, my mind reeling from the intense experiences of the last few minutes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the incredible power and control she exerted over me. Christina, with her mesmerizing beauty, her intoxicating scent, and her unyielding dominance, was truly a goddess among mortals, and I was honored to serve at her every whim and desire.