As Lady Shay sat on the throne, she watched as her captive slave nervously took his place before her feet. She smiled to herself, knowing the anticipation that must be coursing through his veins. "First," she purred, "you will lie beautifully at my feet while I attend to my business."
The sounds of her urine hitting the water were loud and clear to him. It was a powerful, almost intoxicating experience for him. He felt a mixture of dread and arousal as he realized what was about to happen.
"Your pathetic excuse for cum should be filling up your own cage right now," she said, her voice heavy with lust. "Instead, it's going to waste."
Her voice became sterner as she addressed him once more. "Now, you will be my toilet paper. Your tongue will be my plaything and my servant. You dare not resist me."
As she spoke, Lady Shay leaned forward, her breasts almost touching the ground. She reveled in his nervous gulp as she reached between her legs, spreading her folds. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom.
With a shudder of fear and excitement, the slave obeyed. He felt his heart pounding as he saw her engorged clit, glistening with her own fluids. He opened his mouth, the taste of his own blood from earlier mix with the fear that filled him.
Lady Shay leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against his. "You are mine," she whispered hoarsely, "to use as I please."
With that, she pushed her swollen clit to his lips, forcing him to take her in. She smiled cruelly as she felt his tongue beginning to move, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. "Excellent," she murmured, "now let's see if you can handle my load."
As she felt herself getting closer to orgasm, she began to grind her hips against his face, thrusting her clit deeper into his mouth. With each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive skin, she felt another wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
Finally, with a loud moan of ecstasy, Lady Shay came undone. Her walls clenched tightly around his face, squeezing out every last drop of her essence. She leaned back with a satisfied smile, watching as her slave coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath.
"Very good, my toilet paper," she purred, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "You may rise now."
The slave staggered to his feet, wiping the last remnants of her cum from his mouth. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but he couldn't deny the rush of power and arousal that spread through his body.
As he watched Lady Shay rise from her throne, he knew there would be more humiliation and pleasure in store for him. For now, however, he would bask in the afterglow of being her most intimate toilet paper.
