Mistress Mystique - A Girl Still has To Shit

Mistress Mystique - A Girl Still has To Shit

It was a busy day at the mall for Mistress Mystique, as she shopped for new outfits to add to her ever-growing collection. Her heels clicked against the tile flooring, her swollen lips moving rapidly as she shared gossip with her personal assistant and best friend, Daisy. The sound of the public toilets nearby grew louder as they approached, and Mystique grimaced slightly at the thought of using one of those dirty, common places to relieve herself.

Daisy glanced at her watch nervously. "We don't have much time, Mistress. The next fashion show starts in twenty minutes and we need to get backstage."

Mistress Mystique rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. "I suppose I'll have to indulge in one of these disgusting human toilets. It's not like a girl like me hasn't done it before," she muttered under her breath before turning to face Daisy again. "Come on, let's get this over with."

The pair walked into the restroom, and Mystique made a beeline for the nearest stall. She locked the door behind her, took off her purse, and sat down on the cold, metal toilet seat. She couldn't help but think about how dirty these places must be as she lowered herself, her panties already soaked from the walk over. She breathed in deeply through her nose, trying to drown out the scent of urine and feces as she began to do her business.

As Mystique sat there, her mind began to wander to thoughts of her next outfit for the show, and soon she forgot about the unpleasantness around her. It wasn't until she felt a sharp pain in her stomach that she realized something was terribly wrong. A force stronger than any she'd ever experienced pushed against her bowels, and suddenly she was forced to let out the most enormous turd of her life.

Unbeknownst to her, she had eaten a rather large meal just before leaving the house, and now it was coming back to haunt her. The sheer size of the log caused the toilet to shake violently, and before she knew it, she had released not just that one giant turd, but several more. Each one was bigger than the last, and soon the water level in the bowl reached an alarming height.

Mystique's face turned white as she realized what was happening. The sound of flushing wasn't enough to clear the blockage in the pipe; instead, it only made things worse by pushing the clog further down. She tried desperately to fix the problem, poking and prodding at it with her hands to no avail.

"Um, Mistress?" Daisy's voice called from the other side of the door. "Are you okay in there? The people at the show are starting to worry."

Mystique closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind raced as she tried to think of what to do next. As she sat there, paralyzed with fear and shame, a strange thought crossed her mind: I need a human toilet on short dial. Is that you? she thought, hoping against hope that someone was listening to her.

Minutes passed by in agonizing silence, and just when she thought she couldn't hold it in anymore, the door suddenly flew open. There stood a burly janitor, his face contorted into a disgusted grimace. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, glaring down at the overflowing toilet.

Mystique attempted to stand up, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she stammered, stuttering over her words. "I'm Mistress Mystique, and I need a human toilet on short dial. Is that you? Please help me."

The janitor looked her up and down, taking in her expensive clothes and high heels. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "Well, well," he muttered under his breath. "I guess some toys can be fun after all."

He reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing a substantial bulge in his boxers. "Come on, baby. Let Daddy take care of you."

Mystique was taken aback by his forwardness, but she knew she had no choice. Swallowing hard, she walked over to the janitor, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat emanating from his crotch, and as she knelt down in front of him, she could smell the musky scent of his arousal. Slowly, she reached out and took him into her hand, closing her eyes as she felt him grow even harder under her touch. "Oh yes, baby," he moaned, running his fingers through her soft hair. "Suck it, baby. Give Daddy all of it."

Mystique opened her mouth and took him deep into her throat, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him off. She could feel his hot seed rushing up her throat, filling her to the brim. As she swallowed it down, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly satisfied - and not just in terms of her physical needs.

Standing up, Mystique looked the janitor in the eye. "Thank you, Daddy," she purred, running her tongue across her lips. "I'll be sure to come see you again soon."

With that, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving a stunned janitor behind. As she joined Daisy backstage, she could feel the power coursing through her veins. After all, no matter what was going on, a girl still had to shit - and she never backed down from her desires.

The end.