She handed the plate to me and said, I need to take a shit, and I want all of it on this plate. Do you understand? she asked. I lowered my head and nodded obediently. Are you ready Toilet? she asked. YYY... Yes Mistress, I replied. I held the plate beneath her, watching her anus open up as she let out a sigh of relief and delivered a fat, 8 inch long, hard, chunky slab of her warm fudge onto the plate I was holding. After a few seconds she told me to put the plate down. Then she raised up a bit and said, Pull my cheeks apart and lick my asshole clean. I struggled against my wrist restraints to gently separate her cheeks so I could lick her butthole clean. When you have the honor and privilege of using your tongue as a woman's wipe you had better learn to dive it deep into her and lick and suck her hole completely clean before you kiss her cheeks clean. Hold that plate in your hands, she ordered. I struggled to lean over and pick it up without further hesitation, my hands tethered only a foot from my chin. NOW EAT IT! she exclaimed! I trembled at the thought. OPEN YOUR MOUTH, she ordered as she nudged my head forward with her crop, pushing my agape lips right to the surface of her delicacy on the plate. TAKE A BIG BITE, she directed. My tongue slipped between it and the plate, lifting it up and guiding it past my lips and into my mouth until I possessed a mouthful and could take no more. Then I bit through the chunky slab and closed my lips. She then used the crop under my chin to push my head back, and then around, so that I was looking up at all the women there as she said, Chew with your mouth closed and don't stop until I tell you to! I dutifully obeyed, chewing her chunky present into a soft mush for what must have been five minutes. Then she stood in front of me, playing with the shocker she had so earnestly tortured me with, and gave her harshest order yet. SWALLOW IT TOILET!
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