Toiletslaveanddommes - DIARRHEA IN RED DRESS

Godess was dressed in a stunning crimson red dress, its flowing skirt twirling around her ankles as she sashayed into the lavish bathroom. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, and she wore a seductive smile on her lips. Little did she know that behind her, toiletslave was tugging on his trousers, eagerly anticipating being filled with her diarrhea.

Godess made her way to the opulent throne, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She eyed toiletslave, a wicked glint in her eye. "You know what to do," she purred, her voice as sweet as honey laced with arsenic. Without waiting for a reply, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor in a luxurious slither of crimson.

Exposing herself completely, she straddled the toilet bowl, her bare bottom hovering just above the water. Toiletslave couldn't believe his luck - not only would he get to worship his Godess, but he would also get to experience the intoxicating aroma of her diarrhea as she emptied her bowels into his mouth. He knelt behind her, his hard cock throbbing with anticipation.

Godess's thighs trembled as she prepared herself. She let out a slow, steady stream of warm diarrhea, forcing it from her bowels and into the eagerly waiting toiletslave's mouth. The potent mix of excrement and urine filled his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth in a thick, gloopy mess. He groaned in ecstasy as she continued to fill him, her body trembling with excitement.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of them, Godess rose from the toilet, her lips curled in satisfaction. She grabbed a handful of toiletslave's hair, forcing him to stand and looking her in the eyes. "You're such a good little toilet," she purred, leaning in to kiss him. The taste of her own diarrhea was still coating his tongue, and he could hardly believe that he was allowed to taste her own filth. It was a privilege he would willingly endure a thousand times over.

With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed him. "Now go and clean me up," she commanded, stepping out of the toilet and onto the plush bathroom rug. Toiletslave nodded fervently, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his Godess standing there, alluring and powerful, covered in a fine layer of her own filth. He grabbed a towel and started cleaning her, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin beneath his fingers and the taste of her diarrhea still coating his tongue. This was bliss. This was what life was all about.