SCATDOMINAANDTOILET - Ex Godess using my mouth for her toilet needs on bed

Being a devoted fan of SCATDOMINAANDTOILET meant that I had witnessed countless instances of Goddess Roberta using her toilet slaves for various needs. However, this particular scene was unique from anything I had seen before. The combination of Roberta's imposing dominance and the intimate act of using her follower's mouth for her toilet needs made for an especially compelling spectacle.

Background: Roberta emerged from her lavish bedroom, wearing nothing but a provocative robe. She glided over to her custom-made toilet throne, situated prominently on her king-sized bed. With a triumphant smile, she signaled for me – her loyal fan and willing toilet slave – to join her. My heart raced as I approached the towering monument of opulence, eager to show my devotion by submitting to her every whim.

The Scene: As I knelt before Roberta, she slowly removed her robe, revealing her full glory. Her body was a masterpiece of perfection, every inch of it seemingly crafted for domination. She gracefully lowered herself onto the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide in anticipation. A commanding look crossed her face as she locked eyes with me, daring me to resist even as my throbbing erection betrayed my desperation to serve her.

Without further hesitation, Roberta pulled down her panties, revealing her perfect, unblemished ass to me. She leaned back against the headrest of the toilet throne, presenting herself to me like the queen she was. It was now my duty to do as she commanded – to worship her magnificent asshole and cleanse it of any unwanted waste matter.

Using every ounce of skill I possessed, I worked my tongue into her tight hole, exploring every inch of her puckered opening. My mouth watered at the taste of her excrement, mingling with her natural musk. As I lavished attention on her, Roberta's moans of approval echoed throughout the room. She gripped the armrests tighter, ready to take full advantage of my dedicated service.

With each thrust of her hips, more of her feces coated my tongue. It was like nectar to me – a sign of her trust, her acceptance of me as her personal toilet slave. I savored every drop, every morsel, knowing that this was my destiny. To kneel before Roberta, to cleanse her ass with my tongue – this was the ultimate display of devotion, and I reveled in it.

As time went on, the room grew warm with excitement. The sounds of our shared passion filled the air, drowning out any other noise. I never wanted this moment to end, but I knew that soon enough, the sequence of events would conclude. Either Roberta would find satisfaction in my efforts or she would release me to my own filth, a broken shell of my former self. Either way, I was hers, body and soul.