After Mistress's intense lovemaking session, she decided it was time for a little punishment and discipline. She woke up her older lover, carefully positioning him on the floor in front of her vanity table. His hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were spread wide open.
Mistress watched with a mischievous glint in her eye as he struggled against his bounds, confused and anxious. He was an experienced submissive, but he'd never been treated quite like this before. She always kept her sessions with him secretive, and he had no idea what to expect from her or her toys.
She strutted over to the table, her high heels clicking against the floor. On the table lay a small stool topped with a silver plate. On the plate was a dark, round object that gleamed in the candlelight. She picked it up and held it before his face, teasing him.
"Do you know what this is, my pet?" She asked, her voice low and seductive.
His breath caught in his throat as he shook his head no, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
"It's a toilet seat," she purred, her voice dropping an octave lower. "And I have plans for you and it."
She lifted his chin up and forced him to look into her eyes. "When I'm done with you, you'll have a new appreciation for your place as a toilet slave."
The older man trembled with fear and anticipation as he saw what was about to be done to him.
Mistress carefully positioned the toilet seat on the plate, then brought it over to him. She gently pressed his face into the cool plastic, feeling his resistance melt away as he realized where this was going. With a wicked grin, she climbed onto the vanity table and straddled the toilet seat, positioning her perfect ass directly over his open mouth.
"Lick me clean, slave," she ordered.
He hesitated for a moment before tentatively pressing his tongue against her anus, tasting her sweet musk. She hissed in pleasure at the sensation, straddling him even harder to force his face deeper into her ass. She started moving rhythmically, grinding herself against his face as he licked and sucked her asshole clean.
"That's it, my little toilet slave," she giggled, grabbing his hair and pushing his face deeper into her ass. "Drink up every drop of my essence."
Her actions grew more and more intense, and soon he felt something warm pressing against his lips. Panic shot through him as he realized she was taking a shit right on top of his face. He tried to pull away, but she only tightened her grip on his hair, grinding her hips down harder.
"Swallow it all, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
He did as he was told, his mouth filling with the warm, salty taste of her feces. She shit straight into his mouth, filling him up until he couldn't take another bite. He was forced to swallow, gagging as he tasted her perfectly formed turd slide down his throat. Mistress watched with satisfaction as he fought to catch his breath, his face plastered with her shit.
Satisfied with his obedience, Mistress climbed off of him and removed the toilet seat. She stood over him, looking down at his face smeared with her feces. "Now clean yourself up," she ordered, untying his hands.
The older man lowered his head, embarrassed and ashamed, trying to wipe off as much of the shit from his face as possible. He felt dirty and violated, but also incredibly turned on. Mistress stood above him, watching as he struggled to clean himself.
"Good boy," she purred, ruffling his hair playfully. "Now get ready for the final part of your toilet slave training."
Her tone hardened. "Open wide."
The words chilled him to the bone. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but whimper as he parted his lips, his mouth once again filling with the unmistakable scent of his Mistress's ass. With a smirk, she placed the still warm toilet seat back onto the plate and pushed it into his bound mouth, locking it in place. The older man felt the familiar shape of the toilet seat, now encrusted with his own saliva and Mistress's feces, pressing against his tongue.
As he tried desperately to breathe through the constriction in his throat, his cock twitched, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. The feel of the warm plastic against his tongue and the aftertaste of his Mistress's shit filled him with a perverse pleasure. He was hers, completely and utterly.
Mistress watched with a wicked smile as he struggled against the toilet seat, finally stepping away to leave him alone. She knew this was just the beginning of his training as her personal toilet slave. From now on, he would be nothing more than a vessel for her shit and piss, living to serve her every need and desire.
