Mistress Minky looked around her luxurious bathroom, admiring the sheen of her new marble countertops and the sleekness of her high-tech toilet. As she stepped out of the shower, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, she couldn't help but feel grateful that she had such an obedient toiletslave at her beck and call.
With a fluffy towel wrapped around her body, Minky padded across the bathroom floor, her bare feet cold against the tiles. She approached the toiletslave, who was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, his head bowed in submission. "You can come here, slave," she purred, gesturing for him to lean forward so she could dry his body with the towel.
The toiletslave moved into position, his heart pounding in anticipation of his Mistress's touch. As she dried him off, her fingers lightly brushing over his skin, he couldn't help but imagine what she might ask him to do next.
Minky dried herself off, her nipples hardening as she thought about the myriad ways she could use her toiletslave. Finally, she snapped her fingers, calling his attention back to her. "Get me that massage oil from the cabinet," she commanded, pointing to a shelf above the sink.
The toiletslave scrambled to his feet and hurried over to the cabinet, his body trembling slightly from excitement and fear. He reached up and pulled down the bottle of massage oil, careful not to spill a drop as he returned to Minky's side.
"Good boy," she said, taking the bottle from him. She uncapped it and began to pour some of the oil into her hand, then rubbed her hands together briskly before reaching down to touch the toiletslave's shoulders.
Her hands were strong and firm as she began to massage his tense muscles, working her way down his back and across his chest. The oil made his skin slippery, and he shuddered as she ran her fingers lightly over his nipples.
After a few minutes, Minky stepped back, satisfied with her work. She nodded towards the table in the corner of the room. "Lie down on the table, slave," she ordered, her voice soft yet commanding.
The toiletslave did as he was told, moving to lie down on his stomach across the high table. He felt exposed, his asshole tightening in anticipation of whatever his Mistress had planned for him next.
As Minky walked over to the table, she couldn't help but admire her slave's body. His ass was perfectly rounded and firm, and she could see a fine sheen of sweat on his skin from the massage. She reached out and ran her fingers over his shoulder blades, then down his spine, her fingernails scraping lightly against his flesh. It was a sensation he both loved and hated, and he squirmed slightly under her touch.
Finally, Minky rolled up her sleeves, revealing her tanned arms dotted with handcuff marks and various other marks of domination. She reached behind her and grabbed a handful of oil, then began to rub it between her palms, warming it up before she started the actual massage.
She stood behind the toiletslave, his head hanging down between his shoulders, and pressed her body against his back. Her breasts flattened against his back and shoulders, squishing them together as she breathed against his neck. Her hips met his ass, and she ground against him slightly, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against her thigh.
As she began to massage his muscles, she dug her nails into his skin, leaving sharp little scratches here and there. He moaned softly, his body tensing under her touch. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing harder against his back, and whispered into his ear, "You like that, slave? Does it feel good to be used by your Mistress?"
The toiletslave nodded, unable to speak. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might burst from his chest. He didn't mind the pain, though, not when it came from Minky. She was everything to him, his whole world.
After what felt like hours, Minky finally stepped away from the table. She was breathing heavily, her nipples standing proudly through her shirt. She turned to face the toiletslave, who was lying on the table, panting heavily. "You may stand up now," she said softly, reaching down to help him off the table.
As he rose to his feet, the toiletslave could feel a wet spot forming on his pants where he had cum from her teasing. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear his mind, but all he could think about was obeying his Mistress and doing whatever she asked of him.
Minky smiled to herself, satisfied with her control over the toiletslave. She knew he would do anything for her, and that thought filled her with a sense of power and excitement. She leaned in close to him, her breath warm against his ear. "Now," she purred, "I want you to taste my pussy. Kneel down and show me your obedience."
Without hesitation, the toiletslave knelt down in front of Minky, his eyes fixed on her crotch. She spread her legs wide, revealing her smooth, shaven pussy to him. His tongue darted out, eager to taste her nectar, and he pressed his face against her inner thighs, inhaling her musky scent.
Minky held onto his hair for leverage as he began to lick her pussy. His tongue traced the outline of her pussy lips before dipping inside, tasting her sweet juices. She let out a moan of pleasure, her body shuddering slightly with anticipation.
As he licked and suckled her clit, Minky couldn't help but wonder what she would do with him next. She had so many ideas, but for now, she decided to enjoy the moment and let him worship her pussy. After all, he was hers, body and soul.
