Mister Faith had been longing for this day for quite some time. Dirtywife, his loving wife, was finally ready to embrace her dominant side in their relationship. She had always been submissive, which he enjoyed immensely, but today was going to be different.
As Mister Faith gazed upon his wife, he admired her beauty. She stood there before him, dressed only in black pantyhose and cotton white panties. Her long, slender legs seemed to disappear under the sheer material of her pantyhose. Her hair was cascading down her back in gentle waves, adding to the overall allure she exuded.
"Toiletslaveanddommes," he murmured under his breath, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through his veins. Today was going to be a day filled with submission and pleasure.
Dirtywife walked over to him, a devious smile playing around her lips. She knew exactly what she wanted from him today, and she wasn't going to hold back. She knelt down at his feet, her pantyhose-clad bottom inches from his face.
"You want me to dominate you, don't you?" She purred, her voice low and sultry.
Mister Faith nodded eagerly, unable to take his eyes off her. He could feel his cock hardening in anticipation, yearning to be touched by his beloved wife.
Dirtywife slowly slid her pantyhose-clad feet up his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin against her legs. She nuzzled against his face, her breath hot against his cheek. Then, she reached down and pulled her pantyhose gently over her panties, trapping his penis between them.
"You like being trapped, don't you?" She teased, rolling her hips seductively.
Mister Faith groaned in response, his cock twitching in anticipation. He knew that today was going to be a day filled with pleasure and submission, but he never expected it to start this way.
"Now," Dirtywife continued, her voice taking on a commanding tone, "you are going to make me feel good."
She slid her pantyhose-clad feet back down his chest, then slowly slid them up again, this time rubbing her pantyhose-covered pelvis against his face. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he struggled not to come from just the sensation of her scent and skin on his face.
Finally, she removed her feet from his face, leaving him panting and yearning for more. She stood up, towering over him, and unzipped her dress, revealing her perfect body covered in nothing but her pantyhose and panties.
Mister Faith gasped as he took in the sight before him, his cock rock-hard and begging for release. He couldn't believe his luck – his beautiful wife, ready and willing to dominate him in the most intimate ways possible.
Dirtywife leaned down, her breath whispering against his ear. "Now," she purred, "you're going to pay for that."
Part 2:
Faith heard her command and shivered at the thought of what she had in store for him. As she turned away, he caught a glimpse of her ass, round and perfect in her pantyhose. He couldn't help but stare, admiring the way they clung to her flesh, making her bottom look even more delectable.
A moment later, she returned, holding a small bowl in her hands. He knew what was coming next. She had decided that he was going to be her toilet today. The thought both terrified and excited him beyond measure.
She knelt down beside him, her breath brushing against his cheek. She placed the bowl between his legs, the cool ceramic sending shivers up his spine. Then, she leaned over and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"This is for being such a good boy," she whispered, her voice laced with affection.
Before he could react, she slid out of her pantyhose and panties, revealing her pink, puckered anus to him. She looked back at him, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I'll make this quick for you," she promised, her hands tightening around his cock. She guided him towards her ass, and he felt himself sinking into her warmth.
It was the most incredible feeling he had ever experienced. She was tight, but oh-so-wet, and he could feel every ripple and undulation of her muscles around his shaft. He began to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, driven by the desire to please her.
As they moved together, Faith could feel himself about to climax. He tried to hold back, not wanting to come inside her, but it was impossible. With a groan of pleasure, he felt himself explode inside her ass.
Dirtywife moaned softly at the feeling of his hot cum filling her up. She knew how much he loved it when she took control like this. She withdrew from him, watching as his cock slipped out of her body, still pulsing with his orgasm.
Then, she took the bowl and carefully lifted something out of it. It was a small lump of feces, still warm from her body. She brought it up to his face, her eyes darkening with desire.
"Now," she purred, "you're going to taste how delicious it is to be my toilet."
Mister Faith closed his eyes and steeled himself for what was about to come. As he opened his mouth, she placed the lump of feces on his tongue, and he’ll never forget that first taste of her kaviar. It was salty and rich, with just a hint of sweetness. And it was the most erotic thing he had ever tasted.
He eagerly accepted every morsel she fed him, savoring the flavor and the feeling of being completely dominated by his beloved wife. As he licked his lips clean, he realized that this was exactly what he had been wanting all along.
Dirtywife smiled, satisfied with her toilet’s performance. She reached down and stroked his cheek, her hand trailing gently over his chin.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice heavy with affection. "Now, why don't you get me a fresh glass of wine? I think we both deserve a little celebration."
