Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - MY TOILET h24 - HD

CUSTOM REQUEST Mistress Gaia sat elegantly on her golden throne, surveying her luxurious chamber. She was in the mood for amusement, and what better way to entertain herself than with a worthless slave? Her friend had generously lent her the toilet slave for a short period, knowing full well of her perverse tastes. With a wicked grin, Mistress Gaia stood up from her throne and snapped her fingers. The door to her chamber creaked open, revealing the cowering slave who trembled at her approach. "Well, well, well," Mistress Gaia purred as she slowly circled around the slave. "My dear friend thought you would be of some use to me. I have the perfect task for you. From now on, you will be my personal toilet 24/7." The slave's eyes widened in horror as he tried to comprehend what she desired of him. "I-I will do anything you wish, Mistress Gaia," he stuttered, his voice barely audible. "Oh, you will," she cooed, running her long, pointed nails along his chin. "And the first thing you will do is prove to me that you're indeed worth my time by getting on your knees and licking my shoes clean." The slave hesitated for a moment before complying, his tongue darting out to snake around the dirt on Mistress Gaia's boots. As he knelt there, servile and submissive, an evil glint appeared in her eyes. "You know what?" she mused aloud. "I don't think you understand what being my toilet entails. Let me show you." Without warning, Mistress Gaia turned her back to the slave and pointed imperiously at her bloated ass. "From now on, this is where you belong. So, slave," she continued, folding her arms across her chest, "I challenge you. Are you ready to be my toilet 24/7? Because if you are, I promise you won't last a single day." As if in response to her challenge, a stream of hot, steaming piss gushed out from between Mistress Gaia's cheeks, spraying the terrified slave in the face. "Take a good whiff," she growled. "That's what awaits you if you fail." Shaking with fear yet strangely aroused, the slave could only nod in agreement as he felt the familiar tug at the back of his throat. Mistress Gaia leaned forward, presenting her puckered asshole to the slave. "There you go," she crooned. "Eat it all up, and prove to me that you're worth my time." Without further hesitation, the slave buried his face between Mistress Gaia's ass cheeks and slowly began to eat her shit. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a strange, perverted sense of satisfaction wash over him. He was Mistress Gaia's toilet, and she was his goddess. There was no other feeling quite like it. As the day wore on, Mistress Gaia continued to use the slave as her personal toilet, relishing in the power trip she felt whenever he begged for more of her disgusting waste. And each time, the slave found himself growing more and more addicted to the filth she pushed into his mouth. He was hers, body and soul. As the sun began to set, Mistress Gaia finally allowed the slave to clean himself up. But even then, his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her and the intense rush of pleasure she provided him. He knew that tomorrow would be another day of servitude, and he couldn't wait to see what else his new goddess had in store for him.