Mistresss toilet! I am but a mere object to my Mistress. She uses me as her personal commode and shows no mercy when she has the desire to empty her bowels. Today has been no different, in fact, it might even be worse. She's clearly pissed off at me and I can't help but wonder why.
As she entered the room holding a newspaper, I braced myself for what was to come. She thrusts the paper down towards my place, effectively using it as a target for her stream. Oh god! her piss is hot and there's just so much of it! She takes her time, letting the stream flow freely, filling me up to the brim. It trickles down from my mouth, making its way towards my belly button, and finally pooling at my feet.
Her next move takes me by surprise; she peels off the wet paper and reveals her ass for all to see. It's beautiful - soft and round, covered with the slightest hint of hair. Before I can even process what's happening, she slaps me hard across the face, leaving a stinging mark. "You touched my ass, didn't you?" she growls. Her voice sends shivers down my spine, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.
"Yes, Mistress," I whimper in response, looking up at her with pleading eyes. She just stares at me for what seems like an eternity before finally speaking again. "Well then, since you like my ass so much, you can have it all to yourself." With that, she disappears from my view, only to return moments later with a fresh load of shit clenched tightly between her cheeks.
As soon as she lowers her dripping wet ass onto my face, I can't help but start devouring every inch of her. She moans softly, encouraging me to go deeper, and I comply without hesitation. The taste of her ass, both sweet and sour, fills my mouth as I eagerly lap up every drop of her juices. She shudders violently, signaling the end of her visit, and slowly pulls away from my face.
But this isn't over yet. Oh no, she has one more surprise in store for me. "Open wide," she commands, and I obediently comply. Something hard and round fills my mouth; I can feel her hot breath on my neck as she leans in closer. "Swallow," she says, and I do as I'm told. As soon as the object hits my throat, I realize what it is - it's a shit-covered dildo! I gag violently, trying to expel the filth from my body but she won't let me. She holds me down mercilessly, forcing me to consume every last drop of her disgusting creation.
Finally, she releases me, and I collapse onto the floor, heaving violently as I try to rid myself of the putrid taste in my mouth. For a moment, I just lay there, trying to catch my breath. But then, something strange happens. Amidst all the pain and humiliation, a sense of calm washes over me. Because despite everything, I know that this is what I want. To be used by her, degraded and humiliated - it's a small price to pay for being able to worship her in such a intimate way.
