Mystress T - SWALLOW MY SHIT, SLAVE!!!

Mystress T prepared herself for another round of toilet slave training. She had just finished her breakfast and was feeling particularly naughty. She strutted over to her slave, who trembled with anticipation beneath her gaze. "SLAVE," she hissed, her voice echoing through the drab room they were in. "Get the two chairs ready." The slave quickly jumped into action, pushing the two chairs together and kneeling before her. As he positioned them just so, he couldn't help but wonder what she had planned this time. His fear was palpable as he waited for his mistress's next command. With a sneer of disgust, Mystress T climbed to the top of the chairs, her bare ass glinting in the dim light. Her perfect round ass cheeks thrust out, daring him to resist her. She sat herself down over the bowl just as her slave noticed something strange about her toilet position. This time, she was squatting—a sign that she planned to take a massive shit. "My dear slave," she purred, her voice low and malicious. "You are lucky that you will be the one to receive my glorious load. But first…" With that, she leaned forward and grabbed his head, forcing him to meet her eyes. She reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a small jar filled with a thick, white substance. Mystress T unscrewed the lid and held the jar up to his face, letting him catch a whiff of her "pussy cream." "Suck on this," she commanded, pushing his face into the jar. "You will swallow every last drop. And when I'm done with you, you'll beg for your turn in the toilet." As if his life depended on it, the slave began to slurp up the creamy concoction from the jar. It tasted disgusting, but he couldn't resist Mystress T's wrath. She watched, amused, as he struggled to finish the jar. When he finally managed to swallow the last drop, she stood up from her squatting position and stretched lazily before him. The slave could see that she was about to unload her massive shit onto him, and his stomach churned with anticipation. "Now," she said, her voice cold as ice. "It's your turn." And with that, she released a torrent of shit onto his face and chest. It was everything he could do not to gag on the bitter taste, but he knew better than to disobey his mistress. He opened his mouth and let her shit flow in, swallowing every last bit. As he tasted the warm, fecal matter in his mouth, he knew that this was what he deserved. "Good boy," Mystress T purred, reaching down to grab another handful of her poo. She pushed it into his mouth, coating his face in her disgusting offering. "Now," she said, her eyes glinting with evil amusement. "Lick me clean." Trembling, the slave began to lick the poo off his mistress's body. It was not just her face and chest that he was required to clean—he had to lick every inch of her skin, making sure that not a single grain of shit was left behind. She watched him obediently, lapping up every last drop of his own disgusting juices. Finally, when she was satisfied that her slave had learned his lesson, she stepped away from him. She smirked as she watched him, still trembling in anticipation of her next command. "Such a good slave," she said, patting him on the head condescendingly. "Now go get yourself ready for your turn in the toilet." The slave trembled, knowing what was coming next. But even though he was terrified, he couldn't deny the deep-seated desire he had for her disgusting waste. He prepared himself mentally for his latest torment, eager to please his sadistic mistress in any way he could. And so the cycle continued—another day in the life of Mystress T's toilet slave.