As one of the most sought-after dominatrixes in the city, Mistress Sabina was known for her cruel and vile deeds that pushed the boundaries of human endurance. She enjoyed being in control and having her every whim catered to by those who dared to serve her. Among her many "toys," there was one whom she had grown particularly fond of: a young man who had willingly offered his body and soul to her.
She had christened him her "toiletmouth" and had trained him well. Whenever she had to take a shit, there he was, kneeling before her, ready and waiting to receive her golden gift. His job was to swallow her feces without hesitation, and he did so with vigor, as if it were the most delicious meal he had ever tasted.
Mistress Sabina watched with glee as he opened his mouth wide, his tongue eagerly waiting for the first morsel of shit to land on it. She could feel the servitude and humiliation emanating from him in waves, making her heart race with excitement. She took her time, savoring the moment, before finally releasing a turd right into his mouth.
He choked back the initial shock and surprise but somehow managed to swallow it whole. She praised him lavishly, running her fingers through his dirty blonde hair and planting a soft kiss on his forehead. It was a small reward for doing such a good job, but it meant the world to him. That small gesture of affection was enough to make him feel like she cared for him, even though she knew she didn't.
Her pleasure was not in love but in control. She continued to use him as her personal toilet, relieving herself into his mouth whenever and wherever she wanted. And each time, she noted with satisfaction how he became more and more submissive, more adept at pleasuring her in ways no one else could.
One day, she decided to push him further. After taking a massive dump that left his mouth filled with her excrement, she instructed him to use his tongue to clean her asshole. It was the ultimate display of degradation, but once again, he complied without question. He kissed and licked every inch of her rear end, making sure to clean away every last bit of feces.
As the act ended, she looked down at him, noting the mixture of pride and shame etched on his face. He looked up at her with wet, shiny eyes, anticipating her next command. She wiped some chocolate sauce residue from her asshole and watched as he leaned in, tongue out, ready to taste the sweet treat.
"Good boy," she said, guiding his tongue towards the offering. He eagerly lapped up the chocolate, savoring every last drop. It was a perverse show of gratitude that would have made most people cringe, but for Mistress Sabina, it was just another day in the life of her toiletmouth.
She continued her reign over him, taking twisted pleasure in his obedience and servitude. Each new task she set for him pushed him further into the depths of depravity, but he never once refused. He was hers, body and soul, forever bound to her will.
