Mistress April was in a playful mood as she strutted into the luxurious home theater she had set up in her estate. Her slave, a young man with an insatiable lust for her, followed behind her, his eyes glued on her every move.
She stopped before a grand curtain, pulling it open to reveal a large screen with a projector. "Tonight's feature is... 'The Drop Toilet'," she declared dramatically, smirking at the shocked expression on his face.
The movie projected onto the screen showed an opulent bathroom; floor-to-ceiling marble, golden fixtures, and a crystal chandelier hanging overhead. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Mistress April - her long legs clad in black fishnets and heels that made her slave's mouth water. She slowly approached a low sink, her body moving hypnotically to an unheard rhythm.
Without warning, she snapped her fingers, and the sound of flushing water echoed through the room. Her slave's heart skipped a beat as he watched in horror as Mistress April gracefully lowered herself over the glistening white porcelain of a drop toilet. The camera zoomed in on her face, her lips parted in a seductive smile as she stared directly into the lens.
The scene changed, and now he could see the young brunette slave - his cock throbbing at the thought of it being him. Mistress April ordered him to remove his pants, and the slave obeyed without hesitation. Kneeling before the toilet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from his Goddess as she effortlessly lowered herself onto the cold white object. The camera panned up, capturing her perky ass as she faced the slave below her.
"Take out your cock and worship it like a true slave," she commanded. The young brunette immediately obeyed, reaching down to stroke his own cock while staring admiringly up at her. Mistress April ground her hips against the cool surface of the toilet, moaning softly as she closed her eyes and relished in the power she held over him.
As the scene played out, the slave's blood boiled with lust for his Mistress. He couldn't believe he was watching this, but at the same time, he couldn't look away. His hand moved faster on his cock, images of him being in place of the brunette dancing through his mind.
Suddenly, Mistress April pushed off the toilet and stood up, glaring down at the pathetic creature before her. She grabbed a nearby pile of his clothes and threw them at him, splattering him with a mixture of her own fluids and his. "Clean yourself up," she said dismissively before disappearing back into the curtains, leaving him shaken and aroused.
The movie continued to play on the screen, but the slave was no longer watching. Instead, his mind was filled with thoughts of kneeling before Mistress April, eager to be used however she pleased. He knew that someday, he would be granted that honor, and when he did, he would worship her perfectly - taking every drop of her piss and cum like the worthless piece of shit he was.
