Toiletslaveanddommes - Mistress Anita - Diarrhea in mouth under toilet chair

Mistress Anita, dressed in her alluring yellow catsuit, was in the mood to push her pet toilet slave's limits. She began by forcing him to his knees and ordering him to worship her sleek, shiny boots. Her lovely feet were encased in patent leather, inviting him to savor their smell and feel the polish against his skin. His face turned red from the humiliation, but he couldn't help but obey her every command.

Next, Mistress Anita turned her attention to his cock, which was trapped behind a steel cage. She clicked her tongue in disgust at its pathetic size and ordered him to pull it out for her amusement. She ran her manicured nails along its length, eliciting whimpers of pain. Then, she began to stroke it rapidly, causing his head to jerk back in surprise. She lunged forward suddenly and bit down hard on his nipple, pulling it painfully before she switched to sucking it gently between her lips. She repeated this torture on his other nipple, alternating between agony and pleasure until he was left panting in anticipation of her next move.

Mistress Anita stood up and walked over to the toilet, smirking as she surveyed her helpless slave. She stroked her own perfect behind, knowing full well that he would love nothing more than to worship it. She sat down on the toilet seat and rounded her back, arching her spine gracefully. She let out a low moan as she felt the warmth travel down her throat; she was about to release a stream of golden piss. Her face contorted in concentration as the fluid began to flow. She watched with satisfaction as it splashed against his face and into his open mouth. She giggled as he lapped up every drop, never once daring to disobey her orders. With a satisfied smile, she stood up and ordered him to prepare for the next part of their session.

Mistress Anita walked over to the toilet chair, which had been positioned in the center of the room. She motioned for her slave to assume his position under the chair. As he crawled under, he could feel the cold metal of the funnel against his lips. He shuddered in anticipation of what was to come. Mistress Anita smirked and placed the funnel in his mouth, pushing his lips aside until it was fully inserted. She looked down at him with a satisfied smile, admiring the way he trembled under her gaze. Then, she pulled down her panties and positioned her ass over the toilet bowl. She lowered herself carefully onto the seat, feeling the coolness of the porcelain against her tender flesh. She let out a long, low moan as she felt the urge to relieve herself becoming almost unbearable. And with one forceful push, she released a torrent of golden diarrhea directly into the toilet bowl beneath her.

As the warm fluid splashed against his face and into his open mouth, the toilet slave let out a moan of pure bliss. He could feel the heat and the texture of the diarrhea as it made its way down his throat. Mistress Anita watched with amusement as he struggled to swallow every drop, his eyes watering from the effort. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Suck it up, toilet slave. Every last drop belongs to me." With a final push, she emptied her bowels completely, filling the toilet bowl to the brim with her rich, creamy waste. She glanced down at him one last time, a wicked grin spreading across her face, before standing up and walking away. The toilet slave was left alone under the toilet chair, his face and mouth smeared with her disgusting yet addictive liquid treasure. He couldn't help but wonder what she had in store for him next.