Toilet Slaves Scatology - Mistress orders her slave to clean her discharge!

In the luxurious confines of her opulent bathroom, Mistress Veronica stood over her toilet, eyeing the gleaming porcelain with ill-concealed anticipation. Today was to be a day of decadence and depravity, as she had decided to indulge in one of her deepest, darkest desires - the use of her newest toilet slave. The slave, a pathetic excuse for a man, had been locked away in a cage in the corner of her room for weeks now, whimpering pathetically whenever she passed by. But today, he was to be set free to serve his mistress' every dirty whim.

Mistress Veronica's eye fell upon the slave, who was lying on the cold, hard floor of the bathroom, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She wore only a smile as she drew close to him, her perfectly sculpted ass wiggling seductively under her silken robe. She saw the way his eyes were drawn to her ass, and she grinned inwardly - he would be so lucky to have even a taste of her exquisite flesh today.

The Mistress unlocked the cage and stepped back, watching with amusement as the slave slowly rose to his feet, his legs shaking with trepidation. He knew what was coming - he had heard the whispered conversations between the other slaves about what Mistress Veronica had in store for him. And yet, he could not help but feel a strange, twisted sense of excitement. Perhaps today would be the day that he would finally be allowed to please her in the only way he knew how.

Veronica snapped her fingers, and the slave rushed forward, dropping to his knees at her feet. "Speak, slave," she commanded, her voice low and velvety. "Tell me why I should let you clean my toilet today." The slave's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Because I am the best toilet slave you have, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear. "I will make sure your toilet is spotless, and I will clean every last bit of your discharge with my tongue."

A slow, evil smirk spread across Mistress Veronica's face. "Well then," she purred, "you had better get started." She turned her back on the slave, revealing her perfect, round ass to him, and sat down hard on the toilet seat. "Clean me, slave," she commanded, her voice taking on a manic edge. "And do not stop until I have cum at least five times."

The slave didn't hesitate for a moment. He knew the consequences of displeasing his Mistress, and he was determined to please her today. He used his tongue to probe her tight, puckered back opening, pushing down on her bowels to clean every last bit of feces from her body. Veronica moaned softly, the feeling of her slave's tongue on her anus almost enough to make her cum right there. But she knew better than to rush things - she wanted this to last.

Veronica slid off the toilet seat, revealing her dripping wet pussy to her slave. He wasted no time, pressing his face into her crotch and tonguing her clit until she was squirming in delight. Veronica let out a long, low moan of pleasure, her fingers digging into the slave's hair as she rode his face, her hips thrusting up into the air. She came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, and as she came down from her high, she released into her slave's open mouth, filling him with her hot, sticky cum.

Mistress Veronica stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Not bad, slave," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But you can do better." She lowered herself back onto the toilet seat, her pussy dripping with her own juices. "Taste me again, slave," she commanded, spreading her legs wide. And so the slave knelt, his tongue probing deep into his Mistress's quivering sex, his eyes fixed on the spotless toilet bowl waiting for him to cleanse it later. Over and over again, Veronica made him cum, her cries of pleasure echoing through the bathroom, mingling with the sound of his own moans and pleas for more.

When at last she was finished, spent and satisfied, Mistress Veronica stood up once more, her face alight with a wicked smile. "Clean it up, slave," she purred, gesturing to the toilet bowl. The slave did not hesitate - he knew what was coming next. As he knelt before the toilet, tongue pressed flat against the inside of his cheek, he felt a warm, sticky substance dripping onto his face. He looked up, and saw Mistress Veronica watching him with hooded eyes. "I know you like it," she said, her voice coming out as a whisper. "Drink it."

And so the slave did, opening his mouth wide and swallowing down the sweet nectar of his Mistress's pussy, savoring every last drop. As he licked the last traces of her off the toilet rim, he looked up at her, his eyes brimming with tears of gratitude and love. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice little more than a hoarse croak. "I will always do my best to please you." And with that, he bowed his head humbly, knowing that he had earned a small reprieve - for now.