Toiletslaveanddommes - MIstress Anita diarrhea eating and piss swallowing

In the privacy of her lavish home, Mistress Anita, the renowned Romanian scat domme, prepared to indulge in her favorite pastime: toilet play with her devoted toiletslave. She had missed his company and was craving the unique bond they shared over poo and piss. She called for him, her voice echoing off the high ceilings of her luxurious mansion, demanding he hurry up.

The toiletslave, who had been waiting eagerly for this moment, rushed into her presence. His cock and balls were already secured in a tight cage, leaving him completely at her mercy. Mistress Anita gazed down at him with appreciation; he looked like a willing toy, ready to be used and abused as she wished. She lit up a cigarette, exhaling smoke lazily as she inspected him.

Suddenly, she snapped into action. With a vicious smile, she began to berate him, calling him pathetic and disgusting. She kicked him hard, her leather boot connecting solidly with his chest. He grunted in pain but remained standing, eyes fixed on his mistress. She slowly undid the cage holding his genitals, her fingers tracing over the shiny metal before roughly yanking on his cock and balls.

The toiletslave let out a high-pitched moan as she pulled him closer, bending him over a table. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a huge strap-on dildo, smirking as it dangled between her legs. "Now," she growled, "I'll show you what being my toiletslave really means." She forced the thick phallus into his ass, thrusting it deep into his bowels. The toiletslave gasped, almost overwhelmed by the sensation of being violated and filled with such a large object. But he knew better than to protest; this was his mistress, and he was hers to command.

Mistress Anita began to fuck him hard, her hips slamming into his ass in a rhythmic dance of domination and submission. She knew exactly how to control his body, using every inch of that massive strap-on to make him hers completely. As she rode him, she reached down with one hand and began to play with her clit, moaning softly as she felt herself growing closer to orgasm. "Don't you remember what I told you before?" she whispered breathily into his ear, her warm breath making him shudder. "That I don't share my toys?"

The toiletslave shook his head, unable to speak. He knew exactly what she was referring to - he had been her toilet before, and he suspected he would be again soon. His cock, still caged and untouched, throbbed with anticipation at the thought of being used as a human toilet bowl once more.

Finally, exhausted from their vigorous fucking session, Mistress Anita dismounted her toyslave. "Time to clean up," she purred, reaching down to unclip the cage holding his cock and balls. She pulled him closer, pushing his head towards a nearby bucket. "I can't resist having my own personal toilet," she explained softly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Besides, I know how good you are at swallowing."

She knelt down beside the bucket, lowering her panties to expose her bare ass. The toiletslave watched, transfixed, as she began to take a massive shit onto the floor. It was perfect: steaming hot, freshly-made diarrhea just waiting to be consumed. He opened his mouth wide, eager to begin feasting on his mistress's divine excrement. She let out a slow, satisfied moan as he began to chew and swallow the warm, flavorful mass in his mouth.

Mistress Anita continued to defecate onto the floor, happy to keep her slave busy. After a few minutes, he had finished most of the first helping and she ordered him to clean up the rest of the mess. He used his tongue to lick up every last drop of her precious diarrhea, making sure she was completely satisfied before moving on to the next task.

As he scraped up the remainder of the shit with his tongue, he felt a warm sensation building in his bladder. He knew what was coming next: he would be used as a human toilet once more. This time, however, it was different. Mistress Anita wasn't satisfied with just his mouth - she wanted to see how much he could really take. Her next stream of urine was hot and powerful, hitting him square in the face before it could reach his mouth. He felt it splatter against his skin, soaking his clothes and running down his chin.

Mistress Anita stood over him, her body glistening with sweat and covered in a fine sheen of filth. She reached down and grabbed his cock, her hand squeezing it roughly. "Since you've been such a good little toilet," she purred, "I think I'll make you earn that title."

And with that, she turned and began to take a massive shit directly onto his open mouth. The toiletslave choked and gagged as she forced her enormous turd down his throat, but he could not refuse his mistress. He was hers to use however she wanted, and he would take whatever she gave him. As she finished her business and moved on to the next activity, he lay there, spent and exhausted but still eager for more.

This was everything he had ever wanted: to be used by Mistress Anita, to feel her power and dominance over him. He knew that this was the only place he truly belonged, kneeling at her feet and worshipping her every move. He would do anything to stay in her good graces, knowing full well that the punishments for disobedience were severe. But he also knew that the rewards were worth it - she could make him feel like the most important person in the world, even if he was nothing more than a piece of filth.