Lady Tassia - Filled with funnel

Lady Tassia, clad in her elegant gown, slowly descends the staircase to meet her slave. He lies on the floor, eagerly waiting for his mistress's command. Today, she had something special in store for him. She approaches him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and kneels down to give him a seductive smile through the leather gag with a wide, black funnel attached to it. "Lie still now, my slave," she says in her soft yet authoritative voice. "You are going to be the perfect little toilet for me today." As she speaks, she unzips her dress and pulls down her silky underwear, revealing her perfectly manicured pubic area and a plump, glistening anus. "Now, start sucking on the funnel," she commands, giving his bound body a gentle nudge to remind him of his duty. The slave obediently complies, pushing the wide end of the funnel toward his open mouth as he tries to accommodate its enormous size. He can feel the warm, wet sensation of Lady Tassia's fluids building up inside his mouth - her saliva mixing with his own, filling his belly with anticipation. Without warning, she unleashes a powerful stream of urine into the funnel, sending a cascade of pee rushing down its length and splashing into his open mouth. It is warm, sticky, and overwhelmingly potent, and he can feel himself struggling to keep it all inside. But every time he wants to gag or spit it out, her commanding gaze from above keeps him locked in place. As his stomach expands to unprecedented proportions, Lady Tassia continues to empty her bladder into the funnel and down his throat. She whispers sweet nothings in his ear while he chokes on her piss, reminding him that he is not just a toilet - he is her toilet. Finally, when she reaches the point of no return, she slides the other end of the funnel towards her anus and unleashes a torrent of diarrhea into it. It hits him like a hot, dense wave, pushing him beyond his limits as he struggles to swallow and hold back the flood. But as always, he does as he is told, relishing in the filth and degradation that comes with being his mistress's personal toilet. With a final satisfied sigh, Lady Tassia pulls the funnel out of his mouth and steps back, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. She smooths down her dress and leans over to pat him on the head, her expression both caring and condescending. "That was excellent, my toilet," she purrs. "Now, get ready for your next round of training. You'll have plenty of time to clean up later." And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving him to lick his lips and wonder what she has in store for him next.