I Am Your Exquisite Mistress Toilet

I met a slave lounging on the threshold and he waited for me all day. He knows his place and dutifully awaits his Mistress. I love the suffering on so many levels. The suffering from being made to gulp my poo and the agony that comes from contemplating my superior beauty and the skill that you could never be with a woman as beautiful and sophisticated as me - except as a toilet. This is the kind of anguish that watching me in my elegant dress and observing my refined walk causes you. For a man, witnessing a woman pull up her dress over that beautiful butt 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!