It was a sunny day, and Mistress Kennya was in a playful mood. She decided to reward her loyal toiletslave for his recent exemplary behavior. The slave had always been fascinated by her stockings and pantyhose fetish, and she knew exactly how to arouse him.
Kennya slipped into her most alluring lingerie—black stockings that hugged her toned thighs and emphasized her curves. As she took slow steps towards him, she could see the desire in his eyes. She teasingly broke one of the stockings, letting the silky fibers slide over his body as he shivered with anticipation.
She leaned over him, her hair cascading over his face, and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to see the other side of my surprise for you today, slave?" His answer was immediate—a nod of his head that almost toppled him over from the excitement coursing through his veins.
Kennya placed another piece of the broken stocking on his cock, making sure to tease him by brushing it up and down his shaft. Then, she wrapped another piece around his head like a makeshift crown. He tried his hardest to obey her command and reach climax but alas, he failed yet again.
Frustrated but thoroughly entertained, Kennya finally released him from his torment. "You're a stinker," she chided playfully as she watched him pant to catch his breath. "Go take a shower, slave. I'll be right there."
The slave didn't know what to make of her sudden change in tone, but he did as he was told and headed towards the bathroom. Little did he know that his punishment was about to take an even more humiliating turn.
When he returned, looking clean and anxious, Kennya was already in the bathroom waiting for him. She stood by the toilet with a mischievous smile on her face as she motioned for him to get close. "I have something special planned for you today, slave," she purred seductively.
He couldn't imagine what she meant, but he followed her orders anyway, kneeling obediently beside her. Suddenly, she lifted the toilet seat, revealing her glistening pussy covered in a mixture of his own precum and her arousal fluid. "Kiss it," she commanded calmly despite the pounding of his heart against his chest.
Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her swollen folds. She tasted sweet and salty, intoxicatingly addictive as he lapped at her nectar like a thirsty puppy. Kennya moaned softly in pleasure as her slave devoured her essence like it was a delicacy reserved only for kings.
After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, Kennya pulled away, leaving him craving more. She leaned over to whisper in his ear again, "Now, you can fuck me like the good little toiletslave you are."
Her words sent shivers down his spine as he prepared himself to finally fulfill her dark desire. But just as he was about to penetrate her juicy core, she moved out of reach and started peeing on him instead. It was hot and stinging against his skin as she sprayed him with her golden shower.
The humiliation was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. After what felt like an eternity, Kennya finally stopped and ordered him to clean up. The slave quickly rinsed off the remaining pee from his body and face, feeling both relieved and embarrassed at the same time.
As he was drying off, Kennya told him to wait for her proudly, smirking at his now chastened state. When he asked what she had planned next, she simply replied, "You'll see, slave."
Little did he know that his mistress had a surprise for him—or rather, her friend did. Kennya's friend had prepared a little prank of her own and had filled her panties with pee and poop beforehand. Without warning, she stormed into the bathroom, still wearing the soiled underwear. She pulled them down in front of everyone and revealed the yellow smelly mess on her bottom.
The slave was taken aback by the sudden turn of events but couldn't do anything but watch in horror as Kennya's friend proceeded to remove her poop-filled panties from her stinky bottom. The smell was overpowering, making everyone in the room gag involuntarily.
Kennya ended up laughing uncontrollably at their reactions while her friend made a show of throwing her dirty underwear into the trash can before finally cleaning herself up. The slave felt like he was in a comic book scene, unable to believe what was happening to him.
As the two women broke down into hysterics, leaving him alone to deal with his own mortification, he vowed that the next time they asked for his help, he'd say no
even if it meant facing their wrath.
