Kennya sat on the edge of her bathtub, crossing her long legs clad in black pantyhose. She knew her slave would do anything for her, and today was no different. He walked in nervously, his eyes fixated on her curvaceous body.
"So, tell me slave," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why do you love pantyhose so much?"
The slave couldn't answer; he was too mesmerized by her beauty. All he could do was nod his head in agreement. Kennya stood up and walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively beneath the sheer material of her hose.
"You disgust me, slave," she said, reaching down and grabbing his nose. "You're addicted to my pantyhose, aren't you?"
He nodded again, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. Kennya smiled cruelly and pulled him closer. "Good boy," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "Now put these on me."
She held out a pair of her own pantyhose, the crotch stained with her previous slave's cum. Reluctantly, the slave slipped them up her legs, entangling their fingers in the tight knit material. Kennya smiled as she felt the heat from his touch against her skin.
"That's it slave," she breathed heavily. "Now worship my legs in these pantyhose."
The slave knelt before her, pressing his face against her thighs. The pantyhose were hot and sticky against his cheeks, but he didn't care. As he started to kiss and lick her legs, Kennya reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up forcefully.
"Enough of that, slave," she snarled. "I think it's time for your real punishment."
She stood up, revealing a funnel in her hands. Her friend had suffered from diarrhea earlier that day, and now it was time for the slave to clean it up. Without another word, Kennya pushed the funnel into his mouth, forcing him to open wide.
"Drink it all up slave," she commanded. "Every single drop."
The taste was foul in his mouth, but he did as he was told. He could feel the warmth of his friend's diarrhea dripping down his throat, filling his stomach with nausea. As he choked on the vile fluid, Kennya watched with satisfaction.
"Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. "Now go clean yourself up. You're such a disgusting piece of shit."
The slave stumbled out of the room, his mind reeling from the humiliation he had just endured. He knew there was no escaping Kennya's wrath; he was her toiletslave, and she owned him.
