As the formation of Rosella's new toilet slave walked by, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power and dominance wash over her. He had already submitted to her every filthy desire, swallowing her shit and piss without hesitation. It was time for an extreme surprise.
Rosella walked over to the kitchen sink and filled a glass with water. She spit into the glass, watching as her thick saliva mixed with the clear liquid. Then, she returned to where her toilet slave was kneeling, head bowed in submission. With one swift motion, she forced his head deep into the glass, choking him as he gagged on her saliva-filled water.
"Drink it all up, slave," she commanded in a low, menacing voice.
His eyes bulged with both fear and disgust as he looked up at her, but he didn't dare disobey. Slowly, hesitantly, he started to swallow the revolting concoction. Rosella watched with twisted satisfaction as his gag reflexes kicked in, but he pushed through, forcing himself to drink every last drop of her saliva and vomit-tinged water.
When he finally pulled his head out of the glass, Rosella could see the repulsion etched across his face, but also a dark, perverse desire simmering just beneath the surface. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride in her ability to reduce him to such a pathetic state, but she wasn't finished with him yet.
Walking over to her desk, she opened a drawer and pulled out a small vial. Inside was a thick, white cum-like substance. Smiling maliciously, she walked back over to the slave and uncapped the vial, letting a single fat strand of sperm dribble onto his tongue.
"Swallow it," she ordered, her voice dripping with anticipation.
He closed his eyes as he swallowed her sperm, savoring the taste on his tongue. When he opened his eyes again, they were glazed over with lust and submission. His cock, already hard from the numerous orgasms she had made him cum, twitched in anticipation of her next move.
And move she did. With one swift motion, Rosella grabbed his head and forced him to kneel between her legs. She could feel his hot breath on her wet, cum-soaked pussy lips as she commanded, "Eat my cum-soaked pussy like the good little toilet slave you are."
He didn't need to be told twice. His tongue darted out, lapping up her sweet, cum-flavored juices as he dove deeper into her pussy with each lick. He groaned in pleasure as she rode his face, her hips bucking wildly against his hungry mouth.
As he continued to pleasure her, Rosella knew that she had truly made him her toilet slave for life. And she couldn't wait to see what other filthy, depraved acts she could make him perform.
