LadyVikkiWet - You are my paper

You are my toilet slave and today is the day you will serve me in the filthiest way possible. I am going to use you as a human toilet paper when I take a shit on my toilet bowl. As I sit down on the cold, hard porcelain of my toilet seat, I unwrap a fresh roll of toilet paper from its dispenser, preparing to use you as my personal wipe. I place it under my ass, ready for action. I begin to take a large, soft shit in my toilet bowl, feeling the weight of it as it pushes against my insides. The sensation is both uncomfortable and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My asshole stretches and gapes open, releasing the massive turd that has been building up inside me. As I finish my business, I notice the toilet paper under my ass. I grin devilishly, knowing that you are waiting to fulfill your purpose. I turn around slowly, letting you see every inch of my naked body as I move closer to you. Your eyes widen in anticipation when you see the dark, wet stain on my underwear where I have just taken a massive shit. I teasingly brush my fingers over the bulge in your pants, knowing that you are desperate to please me. I lower myself onto my knees, half-prepared for the task that lies ahead of me. You hesitate for a moment before gently taking the soiled toilet paper from underneath me, ready to clean up my mess. But just as you are about to make your move, I pull the toilet paper away, out of your grasp. I hold it above my head, daring you to try and take it from me. Your eyes are filled with lust and desire as you plead with me to let you clean me. I decide to make things a bit more challenging for my poor toilet slave. I grab another massive turd and forcefully stuff it back inside my aching asshole. The slippery warmth surrounds your toilet paper, making it even more tempting and irresistible. "Come on, slave," I taunt. "You want this, don't you? You want to clean up after your Lady Vikki Wet?" I sneer as I watch your face contort in pleasure and conflict. Finally, surrendering to your deepest desires, you reach out once again, this time grabbing the soiled toilet paper between your fingers. You slowly begin to wipe my asshole, lovingly cleaning away the remnants of my shit. The contact sends shivers of pleasure through my entire body - this is what you truly live for, isn't it? As you clean me, I let my mind wander, imagining all the other filthy ways that I can use you. You could be my human toilet bowl cleaner, scrubbing away with your tongue until my bowl is spotless again. Or perhaps I'll force you to eat every morsel of food that comes out of my asshole as punishment for not satisfying me faster. The possibilities are endless, and honestly, they all excite me in their own unique ways. But for right now, I relish in the simple task of you cleaning my asshole with your mouth. It may be degrading to some, but to me, it's the ultimate display of submission and devotion. Lady Vikki Wet has spoken. Your purpose in life is now clear: to serve as her personal toilet paper swallower. Is that what you really want?