Mistress Anna sat on the edge of her ornate vanity, admiring herself in the mirror. Today she had decided to take things up a notch with her loyal slave. She called him over and fixed him with an icy stare. "I have something special planned for you today, my little toilet paper," she purred, tapping her manicured fingers against her bare thigh. The slave trembled before her, his heart pounding in anticipation of her next move.
As if reading his mind, Mistress Anna leaned forward and slipped out of her wet silk robe, revealing her perfect body clad in nothing but a lace bra and thong. She turned around slowly, savoring the look of awe and submission on his face. "I have a mess for you to clean up," she said casually, pointing down at a puddle of bright yellow splatter on the floor. The slave hesitantly knelt down and sniffed it, his tongue darting out to taste it.
Mistress Anna laughed cruelly. "You're not eating that, slave," she admonished sharply, slapping his head lightly with her hand. Instead, she raised one slippered foot towards him, her toes wiggling invitingly. "My foot is going to do the cleaning today," she explained coolly. "Now, lick it clean. Remember, anything that touches my foot should be considered pure as if it were your tongue on my toes."
The slave nodded obediently and begun lapping up the remnants of her feces from her heel. Mistress Anna closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his tongue on her skin. "Very good, toilet paper," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair tenderly. "Now, get ready for the grand finale." She climbed off the vanity and stood over him, her glistening puckered anus within inches of his face. "Open wide," she commanded, leaning forward.
Without hesitation, the slave opened his mouth wide and Mistress Anna slowly sank down onto his face, feeling the warmth of his tongue against her sensitive inner flesh. She moaned softly in pleasure as he began to lick her eagerly, his tongue darting in and around her rim like a pro. "That's it, toilet paper," she cooed, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Drink up every last drop."
As she finished with him, Mistress Anna leaned down and whispered into his ear. "You've been such a good little toilet paper today," she purred. "I think you deserve a reward." She leaned in closer still and ran her tongue around his ear before disappearing into her bedroom, leaving him breathless and trembling on the floor.
