Toiletslaveanddommes - Miss Anita is BACK - liquid Diarrhea eating

As the Toiletslave anxiously awaited the arrival of his Mistress, his heart raced with anticipation. Miss Anita was renowned for her debaucherous desires and her enjoyment of reducing him to a filthy toilet slave, and today was no different. He knew that once she arrived, he would be expected to take on his usual roles - cleaning up her messes, pleasuring her body, and ultimately consuming all her divine shit. Finally, the moment arrived. Mistress Anita strutted into the room, her body sheathed in a seethrough crotchless catsuit that revealed her black bra and bare bottom. She wasted no time in ordering the toilet slave to his knees, where he eagerly began to clean her pussy and ass. She spanked him in rhythm while he licked her clit and sucked her pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her moist folds. This typically was not enough to sate her desires, however. She needed him to go deeper still. As the toilet slave probed her anus with his tongue, he felt a sudden gush of liquid pour down his throat. It was Mistress Anita's liquid diarrhea, warm and thick with the tang of her recent meal. She chuckled darkly as he struggled to swallow every drop, commanding him to keep his mouth open wide. Once he had finished, she ordered him to smear the remaining diarrhea on his own face and body, then masturbate like a pig for her entertainment. Despite the humiliation, the toilet slave couldn't help but feel aroused by his degradation. He obeyed every command, eager to please his Mistress and earn her approval. As he masturbated, he felt a warm stream of piss hit his face, followed by a splatter of feces. With an audible moan, he licked every drop of her waste off of his skin, savoring the taste of her dominance. Throughout the entire ordeal, Mistress Anita remained in control, issuing commands through her thundering orgasms. When she finally climaxed, she collapsed onto a pile of soiled towels, her body heaving with satisfaction. As she caught her breath, she glanced down at the toilet slave, who lay prostrate on the floor, covered in the evidence of their perverse liaison. With a delighted smile curling her lips, she whispered: "That was just an appetizer. Now it's time for the main course." And with that ominous promise, Mistress Anita disappeared, leaving the toilet slave to wonder what horrors she had in store for him next. One thing was for sure: he was completely devoted to her, no matter how depraved or humiliating the experience might be.