I Am Your Exquisite Mistress Toilet
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!
Barefoot In The Sun Dress
Sunday walk when I cooled my sore feet in a small creek. I could not be otherwise: I had my own streams flowing into it. With wet feet, I ran on hard gravel…
You Love My Piss, Don’t You Slave?
My slave loves my piss, here through a funnel I piss through and directly to his mouth. My slave gulped my sweet juice and then he cleans my pussy as I sit on his face. I then leave him lying there waiting for the next time I need to go to the bathroom. He is my toilet.