Dirty Priest hardcore domination - My toilets POV

As I approached the lavatory, my heart raced with anticipation. My faithful toilet slave had been waiting patiently for this moment, eager to receive my pearly, smelly treasures. I couldn't help but feel a surge of power and dominance wash over me. This was going to be a hardcore show of submission. I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. I felt my cock twitch as I positioned myself against the bowl, my back to my slave. Grunting in pleasure, I gave into the urge to shit and let the hot, steamy mess flow out of me. My toes curled as the warm liquid splashed against the cool porcelain. With a quick grunt, I pushed my ass back, forcing more of my shit into the bowl. The weight of it pulled the water up around it, creating a dirty, whirlpool. It was time to address my slave. "Open your fucking mouth!" I commanded, my voice harsh and demanding. The slave whimpered in response, their breath hot on the rim of the toilet bowl. With one strong shove, I forced their mouth open and pressed their face against the filth. The noises they made were obscene, and I loved every second of it. My cock twitched again as I felt the warmth of their breath on my skin. My cum shot out, landing in the midst of our dirty creation. "Taste it," I growled, pushing their face deeper into the mess. "Swallow every drop." They did as they were told, and I felt my power over them grow. This was more than just a simple toilet fetish; this was hardcore domination at its finest. I pulled them away from the bowl, my control over them unwavering. "Stand up," I ordered. They struggled to their feet, still covered in my shit and cum. "Look at yourself in the mirror." Their eyes met mine in the reflection. "This is who you are now. My toilet slave. Bow down before your Master." Kneeling down, they lowered their head towards the floor. With a grin, I patted them on the head, my hand leaving a trail of shit on their hair. "Good boy." As I left the room, I could hear the sounds of my slave cleaning themselves, trying to rid themselves of my filth. I laughed to myself. They would never truly be clean. They were mine now, forever tainted by their obsession for my ass.