Toiletslaveanddommes - Roberta and Faith Ballbusting and diarrhea eating

Mistress Roberta's studio was abuzz with anticipation as she called upon her favorite toiletslave once again. The air was thick with excitement and just a hint of trepidation as the slave wondered what sort of torments his beloved Mistress had in store for him this time. As he arrived at the studio, he saw her standing tall and confident in her usual outfit: a pair of lacy black pantyhose that just barely concealed her stark white thong. Her long legs ended in a pair of high heels, and she tossed her luxurious blonde hair casually over her shoulder. "Ah, toiletslave," she purred. "I'm so glad you could join me." Her first order of business was to deal with his cock and balls. She led him to a table in the corner of the studio where her collection of bondage equipment was kept. "Today, my dear slave," she began, her voice dripping with malice, "I will destroy your masculinity. And in doing so, you will be more pliant for my pleasure." With that, she produced a series of cruel-looking cock rings and balls harnesses. First, she fit a wide rubber cock ring around his erect penis, trapping blood inside and making it throb even more intensely. Then she attached a series of metal balls to the harness, weighing down on his sensitive testicles, making him wince in pain. "Now," she said, her eyes glinting with mischief, "I want you to get used to my kicks. Slave, bend over and touch your toes." Obediently, he lowered himself down until his upper body was parallel to the floor, presenting his exposed lower back for her punishment. She approached slowly, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and then suddenly, without warning, she kicked him hard. A yelp escaped his lips as she connected with his lower back, forcing tears to well up in his eyes. Again and again she kicked him, hard and deliberate, her heels leaving bruises on his flesh. Finally, she paused, stepping back to admire her handiwork. The slave's back was a patchwork of red and purple marks, tender and sore to the touch. "Now," she said, her voice low and seductive, "I think it's time we had some fun." She wrapped her silken thong around his face, smothering him in its tangy, musky scent. "Open your mouth, slave," she commanded, and he did as he was told, eagerly awaiting her next command. In response, she slowly lowered herself onto the floor, resting her bare ass on his face. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, and the light sweat she was producing made her flesh slick against his face. "Welcome to my toilet," she purred, spreading her cheeks wider so he could feel the cool air against his lips. With that, she produced a steaming pile of diarrhea and carefully placed it on his tongue. He moaned in ecstasy as the hot, thick mixture coated his mouth, leaving him drooling uncontrollably. She repeated this process over and over again, each time filling his mouth with her rich, fecal nectar. Finally, she sat up straight and instructed him to look at her ass. "Admire me," she commanded, and he did as he was told. With a satisfied smile, she transferred her diarrhea-covered hands to his shaft, guiding it toward her opening. "Now," she purred, "let's see how well you can please your Mistress even when you're this full." As he entered her, he felt the sticky warmth of her diarrhea envelop him, and he moaned in pleasure. Their rhythms became one, their movements synchronized as they both reached their climax. When they were finally spent, she removed him from her ass, and he laid there, spent, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. Hours later, the slave still couldn't believe what he had done. Yet he knew that this was what he loved: the power and control, the humiliation and ecstasy. As he lay there, exhausted but content, he knew that he would always be Mistress Roberta's faithful toiletslave, no matter what she asked of him.