Toiletslaveanddommes - Mistress Anita feeding her toilet in kitchen

Mistress Anita, a gorgeous goddess with her dazzling figure, sat enthroned on her kitchen throne, her long silken curls swaying gently as she leaned back to take a sip of her morning coffee. Her keen eyes scanned over her sprawling estate, admiring the stately columns and manicured lawns that made up her lavish home. Today, however, she had plans to indulge in a different sort of pleasure. With an evil grin, she set down her coffee cup and began unbuttoning her silk robe, revealing the glint of metal beneath it. Her toilet slave had been trained well, and she planned to put him through his paces today. The thought of his eager face, pressed up against her ass and begging for mercy sent shivers of delight down her spine. First, she decided, she would feed him from her divine ass-plant. His tongue would be put to the ultimate test as he worshipped her sacred asshole while she fucked him senseless. The thought of him taking every inch of her massive strapon made her moan in anticipation. And when she was ready to empty her bowels, she would force him to take it all in his open mouth, until his face was buried in her crack. As she slipped out of her robe and stepped out of her high heels, her slave cowered in fear beneath her. But she paid no attention to his whimpers and pleas for mercy. Instead, she placed the tip of her strapon against his trembling lips and growled, "Open wide, toilet slave. It's time for your masterpiece." With a shudder, he opened his mouth wide and waited. He could feel the cool metal pressing against his tongue as Mistress Anita expertly guided the massive cockhead towards his gaping maw. Then, with a force that sent shards of pain shooting through his jaw, she slid it in, inch by agonizing inch. He whimpered and moaned as she began to ram it home, filling him with her massive girth. His eyes rolled back in his head as she thrust deeper and deeper, stretching him to his limits. Finally, she pulled back, and he felt a searing pain as she forced her engorged clit against his prostate. "You like that, don't you, toilet slave?" she purred as she slapped his chest, her breasts jiggling enticingly. "Tell me how much you love being my personal ashtray." "I love it, Mistress Anita," he managed to croak out between gasps for air. "I'll do anything for you." Smirking, she leaned down and blew a stream of smoke directly into his open mouth, making him cough and choke. Then, without warning, she turned around and presented her perfect ass to him. "Here," she growled, "have a taste of your own medicine. Lick my asshole, toilet slave." Obeying her command without hesitation, he leaned forward and began worshiping her divine rear entrance, eagerly lapping up her sweet nectar as it trickled out. It was a delicacy beyond compare, and he savored every drop. When she was finally satisfied, she spun around and pulled a rolled-up newspaper from behind her back. With a wicked grin, she thrust it into his gaping mouth and ordered, "Now, drink every drop." He gagged and choked as he swallowed the bitter liquid, tears streaming down his face. But he was determined to please his Mistress, so he forced himself to keep drinking, right down to the very last drop. By the time he finished, his stomach was churning, and he could feel his bowels rumbling ominously. "Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. Then, without warning, she grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, effectively forcing his throbbing cock against her ass. "Now, let's see how much of my shit you can take in that pretty little mouth of yours." And with that, she released a torrent of thick, hot shit into his waiting mouth, filling it to overflowing. He tried his best to swallow it all, but it was more than he could handle. His stomach churned and he felt like he was about to vomit, but he knew better than to disobey his Mistress. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she released him, and he fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. She chuckled softly and placed her bare foot on his shoulder, pressing down gently. "Taste it again," she commanded softly. Obediently, he opened his mouth and she once again filled it with her golden nectar. It was a bitter, stomach-churning taste, but he savored every drop, willing himself not to gag this time around. When she was finally satisfied, she stepped back and surveyed her work, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Very good, toilet slave," she purred, reaching down and cupping his bloated, bursting balls in her soft palms. "You've pleased your Mistress well today. Now, go clean yourself up, and be ready for your next assignment." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him there on the floor, spent and filled to the brim with her divine essence.