You Are Only Toilet For Me
I met a slave lying on the threshold and he waited for me all day. He knows his place and dutifully awaits his Mistress. I enjoy the suffering on so many levels. The suffering from being made to swallow my shit and the pain that comes from contemplating my superior beauty and the knowledge that you could never be with a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as me – except as a toilet. This is the kind of pain that seeing me in my elegant dress and observing my refined walk causes you. For a man, seeing a woman pull up her dress over that beautiful ass would mean he is about to have the greatest pleasure imaginable and engage in the ultimate act confirming his manhood. For you, seeing the skirt slide up over my firm ass checks means only humiliation. It means that it is time for me to shit. It means you are about to undergo the ultimate degrading act, the negation of not only your manhood, but your humanity. It means that you are a toilet. Lick my butt, loser. I rest my asshole right against your mouth until I drops my shit right in your throat. I want to enjoy your suffering!
Especially Foul Shit
I know, I seem cruel. I know, I seem heartless. But you know, this is best for you You will be happier when you accept your fate. So I explain to my slave as I deliver one of the foulest shits ever in the history of toilet slavery. This video is a gift to all my admirers and future slaves: no music, just a the best view of my perfect body and, more importantly, my wisdom and the sound of my voice as I try to help my toilet slave understand and accept its fate. You get to see me whip the slave and torture its balls, but better yet, you get to see the smile on my face and the light in my eyes as he pleads, squirms and suffers. I like to have a leisurely cup off coffee before I use a toilet, but fortunately I can whip a slave with one hand. You get to admire my flawless form from many angles. Ball kicking offers an opportunity for me to twist and turn, displaying various aspects of my perfect body to the camera. My toned, smooth legs are displayed to their best advantage in my black lace panties and bra as I maneuver to catch the slaves receding testicles with my kicks. My slave is so broken it does not even bother to ask why I am hurting it. It knows the answer: his pain makes me happy. Once I take my place over the slave I switch to the slaves eye views and back again as it massages my sacred orifice. The slave is so far up my ass with its tongue you almost dont see the shit coming down into its mouth. You get to see me naked from the waist down as I explain to the slave why it should gratefully accept its fate as my shit receptacle. So you can play with your tiny dick as you listen to my words of wisdom and dream of being my waste disposal. As my perfect foot rests on top of its head pushing his mouth down onto its meal it says, Thank you Mistress Anna, over and over again.