Kitty Skatt - POV toilet slavery huge load femdom

Bound to the filthy porcelain throne, your mouth open and ready for the poison that was to come, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as you looked up at your Mistress, Kitty Skatt. Her face held an unmistakable air of satisfaction and power, her raven black hair perfectly coiffed to accentuate her high cheekbones and piercing ice blue eyes. She was dressed in nothing but black leather gloves and a menacing smirk.

Kitty leaned down, her scent of lavender and leather enveloping you, as she slowly, teasingly waggled her finger in front of your face. "You should have known better," she growled, her breath hot against your skin. "I made it my duty to foul your mouth with every drop of my filth today. And you will swallow it all... or face the consequences."

With that, Kitty Skatt reached down and grasped your chin firmly in her gloved hand, forcing your mouth open wide as she slowly, deliberately lowered her perfect butthole towards your waiting tongue. You could feel the hot, acidic fumes burning the back of your throat as her thick, meaty logs began to emerge from her asshole, coating your tongue in a thick, gooey sludge that was almost too much to bear.

Kitty began pressing her fingers into your mouth, forcing her filth deeper and deeper down your throat, her asshole pulsing and whimpering as she held you there, helpless to resist. "See?" she laughed, a cruel mocking sound that echoed in your head. "You pathetic worm, you think you can defy me? I will bend you to my will, break you until you're nothing but a shell of the man you once were... all for my amusement."

As the last of her massive load slipped down your throat, you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You begged Kitty to stop, to spare you just this once, but she only laughed, a cruel, throaty sound that chilled you to the bone. And so you endured, helpless and hopeless, as your Mistress continued to use you as nothing more than her personal human toilet.

Wrapped in binds of emotional and physical pain, you waited for your punishment to end, the taste of her feces and urine lingering on your tongue like a bitter aftertaste that refused to go away. As Kitty stood up, finally releasing you from her grasp, you could only hope that this would be the last time she decided to use you in such a degrading and humiliating manner... though somehow, deep down, you knew that hope was in short supply where your Mistress, Kitty Skatt, was concerned.