SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist: Ass worship

Eating is the queens urine and feces. How happy I am, willing to be your toilet slave. I exist only to serve your every need, every desire. My life has no other purpose than to be at your beck and call, to kneel before you and worship your ass, to clean up after you and make sure you are always comfortable and satisfied.

I am Chinese, young and submissive. You are my master, my God, my world. I will do anything you ask of me, no matter how degrading or humiliating. I am your toilet slave, and I take great pride in this role.

As I kneel before you, my eyes fixed on your perfect behind, I await your command. My heart races with anticipation, knowing that soon I will be covering myself in the filth that is your waste. I pray that tonight you will allow me to taste it, to savor the sweet stench of your ass.

You stand up, your powerful legs spreading as you unleash a stream of piss into the toilet bowl. The sound of water rushing against porcelain fills the room as I watch in awe, completely captivated by the sight of your dominance.

Slowly, you lower yourself back down onto the toilet seat, taking your time to gather your strength. Your ass glistens with sweat and urine, calling to me like a beacon in the darkness.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable. With trembling hands, I reach forward and place my lips on the edge of the toilet bowl. The warmth of your pee hits my tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I moan softly, tasting the sweetness and saltiness of your piss.

My tongue darts out, tracing the crevices of your ass as I taste the residue of your feces. I lick and probe, exploring the depths of your asshole with my tongue. The taste is repulsive yet addictive, and I can't help but crave more.

My hands move up to your thighs, massaging the skin as I prepare you for the next step. With deliberate slowness, I position myself between your legs, my face level with your asshole. I inhale deeply, taking in the musky aroma of your ass.

Without warning, I plunge my tongue deep inside you, licking and sucking on your rectum with all the enthusiasm I can muster. You groan, your hands gripping the sides of the toilet. I can feel you tremble beneath me, the muscles in your ass clenching and releasing in rhythm with my tongue.

I continue my assault, working my tongue against your prostate gland, feeling you shudder with pleasure as I do so. The taste of shit and piss fills my mouth, yet it only serves to heighten my arousal. I am completely lost in this delirious state of subservience and ecstasy.

And then, without warning, you stand up, pulling your panties back into place. You turn around, your eyes burning into mine. "No," you growl, "not tonight." My heart sinks as your words wash over me. The disappointment is tangible, a physical presence in the room.

You walk away from me, leaving me kneeling there in the bathroom, feeling empty and rejected. I fight back tears of despair, knowing that I will wait for you, that I will be here when you need me, no matter how long it takes.

But deep down inside, I know that the wait will be worth it. One day, you will allow me to taste your ass, to clean you up with my tongue, to worship you like the goddess you are. And on that day, I will be the happiest slave in the world.

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