Toiletslaveanddommes - Mistress Roberta - fisting with shit on gloves

In the heart of the city, there's a secret dungeon where a group of individuals gathered around their Mistress, Roberta. She was well known for her unique toilet slave fetish that revolved around extreme anal shitting, fisting, and glove usage. Tonight's session promised to be particularly intense as she planned to push her slave's boundaries even further.

The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The scent of sweat and fear permeated the air as Mistress Roberta stood before her kneeling toilet slave, dressed in black leather from head to toe. Her body was tall and curvaceous, with high heels that accentuated her power over him. In one hand, she held a long glove that glinted menacingly under the low light.

The slave's heart raced as he watched Mistress Roberta approach him. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, a mix of fear and desire coursing through his veins. His asshole clenched tightly, already aching from anticipation of what was to come. He knew that once she started, there would be no escape from her sadistic pleasure.

Without warning, Mistress Roberta pressed the tip of the glove against the slave's puckered asshole. He let out a gasp as she pushed it in slowly, feeling the cool latex against his hot insides. She began to work the glove in and out of his ass, spreading him open and preparing him for what was to come. Her hands were strong and skilled, making it impossible for him to resist her.

As the slave became more accustomed to the sensation of the glove inside him, Mistress Roberta began to talk dirty to him. "That's it, my toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "You're going to take everything I have for you." Her words sent shivers down his spine, both terrified and aroused by what was happening to him.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Mistress Roberta pulled the glove out of the slave's ass. He groaned in disappointment, already missing the oddly satisfying discomfort it had brought him. But then, he saw what she held in her other hand: a huge, steaming pile of shit. His eyes widened in horror and anticipation as she knelt down in front of him, holding the shitty glove close to his face.

"It's time for your meal, my toilet slave," she growled, her voice low and threatening. "Open wide and accept what's coming to you." The slave complied, his mouth opening in anticipation of the filth that was about to be forced down his throat. His heart pounded against his chest, the rhythm matching the steady pulse of pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

With slow, deliberate motions, Mistress Roberta began to force the glove-encased shit into his gaping mouth. The slave gagged and coughed, trying to contain the rush of disgust and desire threatening to overwhelm him. But he couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him as he tasted her warm, dirty shit on his tongue. He knew this was his ultimate submission, and he welcomed it with closed eyes and bated breath.

As the slave struggled to swallow the remaining bits of shit in the glove, Mistress Roberta leaned down close to his ear. "See you next time, my beautiful toilet slave," she whispered. "Until then, think about all the filth and humiliation you'll be experiencing for my pleasure." With those words, she stood up and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the slave alone with his thoughts and his dirty desires.