Toilet Slaves Scatology - Watch Me Piss and Shit on My Pretty Boytoys! - Part 3

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Watch Me Piss and Shit on My Pretty Boytoys! - Part 3

In the third part of our scatological adventures, Mistress Anita continues to assert her dominance over her slave James and his new toy, Michael. The night before, Mistress Anita had enjoyed herself by pissing and shitting all over Michael, much to James's dismay. However, things weren't about to get any easier for the poor boytoy today.

As soon as they arrived at Mistress Anita's lavish mansion, the slave and his toy were led to the master bathroom by their domineering mistress. She instructed James to help her sit atop the golden throne, her thick, shaved pussy lips glistening with excitement. Without hesitation, James knelt before her and lifted up her luscious ass cheeks, exposing her tight, pink asshole to him.

"Now, listen carefully," she purred menacingly, her hot breath tickling against his ear. "You're going to stroke my cock while I relieve myself in this magnificent toilet. And when I tell you to, you're going to open your pretty mouth wide and take a nice, big gulp of my piss… Understand?"

James nodded eagerly, rock-hard cockstanding at attention between them. He reached between his mistress's legs and began to stroke her enormous member, feeling it pulsate warmly in his hands. Meanwhile, Michael couldn't help but stare in awe at the woman who held him captive – she was truly awe-inspiring in both stature and presence.

Mistress Anita closed her eyes and let out a sigh of satisfaction as James worked his magic on her cock. Suddenly, she pushed him away and stood up, revealing a huge stream of golden piss cascading from her thick member. It splashed into the toilet with an impressive gush, causing a bit of water to splash onto Michael's face. He flinched slightly but didn't dare move an inch.

"Watch closely, boys," Mistress Anita chuckled maliciously. "This is what happens when you displease your mistress." She lifted her shapely leg and placed her bare foot against the piss-soaked slave's head, pushing him deeper into the filth. Tears began to stream down Michael's cheeks as she slowly lowered herself back onto the throne, her asshole still exposed for all to see. "Now it's your turn, Michael," she said with a wicked grin.

Without further ado, she instructed James to place his face over Michael's. "Open your mouth, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. Obeying without hesitation, James let out a long, low moan of pleasure as he felt the warm stream of piss pouring into his own open mouth and then directly into that of his new fellow toy. It was a feeling unlike any other - both humiliating and arousing at the same time.

Meanwhile, Mistress Anita was beginning to feel that familiar itch between her legs – it was time for her to take a massive shit. She climbed off the golden throne and moved over to a nearby stool, flexing her glorious ass cheeks for her two submissive toys to behold. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the stool, her enormous asshole glistening with anticipation.

As she steadied herself, Mistress Anita reached into a nearby bowl and retrieved something small, spherical, and dark. She held it up for everyone to see – a fresh turd, still warm from her body. With an evil grin, she thrust it towards James's face. "Taste it," she hissed. "Taste how sweet your mistress's shit tastes."

Reluctantly, James opened his mouth and allowed the turd to slide down his throat. It was revolting yet addictively delicious at the same time. As Mistress Anita continued to feed him her sweet, warm shit, she turned her attention back to poor Michael. With a malicious grin, she grabbed a small white plate from beside her and gently placed it under herself. "Now," she said silkily, "it's time for you to join in the fun."

Understanding that he had no choice in the matter, Michael lowered his face towards her gigantic ass. He opened his mouth wide, anticipating the taste of flesh and feces that would soon be filling his mouth. As if sensing his apprehension, Mistress Anita leaned down and whispered wickedly into his ear. "This is what you get for being such a pretty boytoy," she rasped. "Enjoy."

With that, she let out a thunderous fart that sent waves of heat and muskiness washing over everyone present. A thick stream of shit followed, pouring out of her asshole and straight into Michael's waiting mouth. He gagged reflexively as it hit the back of his throat, but he couldn't deny the intense arousal he felt deep down inside. He was hers now – body and soul.

As Mistress Anita continued to relish in her own filth, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and control over her two toy-slaves. They were at her mercy, their every whim and desire dictated by her twisted imagination. But despite the humiliation and degradation they endured, there was something undeniably exhilarating about belonging to such a dominant, beautiful woman.

The night air was filled with the sounds of pissing and moaning, mixed with the occasional fart and chewing noise. It was a symphony of submission – one that Mistress Anita intended to keep playing for as long as she could. Her two toys, James and Michael, were simply musical instruments in her orchestra of filth and depravity – and they were tickled pink to be part of it.