Toilet Slaves Scatology - My Mistresss shit!

My Mistress wasted no time in unleashing her toilet slave fetish on me. As soon as I entered her lavish chamber, she commanded me to kneel before her. I knelt humbly, my heart pounding in anticipation of what she had in store for me. She glared down at me with a mix of lust and domination, her perfect body clad in nothing but a see-through, mesh outfit that left little to the imagination. Her gait was slow and deliberate as she made her way towards the luxurious toilet that took center stage in her room. Without a word, she lifted her shimmering gown, revealing a pair of shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. With one fluid movement, she pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposing the moist, pink folds of her pussy. She then stepped onto the toilet, raised her gleaming butt into the air, and spread her cheeks, revealing a glistening, inviting pearl of ass-nectar peeking out from her tight anus. Her voice was commanding yet seductive as she ordered, "Your only purpose is to worship my perfect ass and take whatever I give you. You will be my toilet slave, and I am going to use you until you can't take it anymore."

As her words washed over me, I felt myself growing harder than I ever had before. I could feel my cock straining against my trousers, desperate to be freed so it could taste the nectar of her divine asshole. My Mistress then leaned forward, resting her elbows on the edge of the toilet seat, presenting herself to me in all her glory. She lowered her dripping cunt towards my face, and without prompting, I opened my mouth, accepting the sweet, musky aroma of her womanhood. She moaned in approval as my tongue started to lave her folds, eagerly soaking up every drop of her essence. She pushed her hips forward, forcing her pussy deeper into my mouth, until I could feel the warm, sticky walls of her cunt against the back of my throat. My cock throbbed with desire as I continued to worship her, tasting every inch of her dripping wet pussy.

Satisfied with my efforts, my Mistress finally withdrew her swollen clit from my mouth, leaving me wanting more. She whispered seductively, "Now it's time for you to show your true purpose. Open your mouth," she commanded. Obeying without question, I saw a warm, steaming glob of piss hovering in the air. It splashed down onto my tongue, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. I savored the taste of her hot, salty piss as it trickled down my throat. She laughed darkly, knowing she had me hooked. "And you thought that was good? Just wait till you taste the rest of me." With that, she lowered her ass, allowing her pearl of shit to glisten in the dim light. My cock jerked in my pants, desperate to be set free and immerse itself in her divine excrement.

My Mistress leaned forward once again, presenting her ass to me. This time, she pushed her pearl of shit towards me, teasing the tip of my tongue. I leaned forward, slowly moving my tongue to the edge of her perfect asshole. I tentatively licked the sweet, tangy taste of her freshly produced scat, and immediately felt my mind melt in ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before, and I couldn't get enough of it. My Mistress moaned in pleasure as I lapped up her shit, encouraging me to take more and more. My cock was now rock-hard, straining against my restraints as I immersed myself in her filth.

As I drank and tasted every last drop of her shit, my Mistress reached down between her legs and grabbed hold of my hair. She lifted my head up, smearing her shit all over my face. She then took my hand and placed it inside her soiled panties, guiding my fingers towards her anus. As the warm, gooey mixture coated my tongue and fingers, I felt myself getting closer to the edge. My Mistress smiled with satisfaction, knowing she had complete control over my body and mind. With a final push, she pulled my face deep into her pussy, milking the last drop of cum from my cock. I was her toilet slave, and she was going to use me until there was nothing left.

My Mistress stepped off the toilet, her perfect body glistening with sweat and filth. She turned around, giving me a view of her pristine, pink pussy. "Very well," she purred. "You have pleased me, my toilet slave. Now it's time for you to clean up." With those words, she handed me a small brush and a bottle of warm water. My job was to clean her up, removing every last trace of my presence from her body. As I knelt before her, brushing away the evidence of our encounter, I knew that there was no place I'd rather be than at her feet, worshiping her perfect body and taking all she had to offer.