Mistress Gaia sat on her couch in her luxurious Milan apartment, watching as her pathetic toilet-slave stood before her. The man was a ball of lard, an unimpressive individual who had trouble keeping up with her demands. Still, he had volunteered for this task, and she decided to give him one more chance.
She tapped her foot impatiently as the man bent over and presented his back to her. She inspected it carefully, noting any imperfections before deciding where to relieve herself. After some consideration, she chose a spot just below his shoulder blade—a place where it would hurt but not leave permanent damage.
With a sigh, she lowered herself onto the floor, feeling the warmth of her piss as it flowed from her body onto the cold tiles. The man watched in silence as she peed, his eyes fixed on the stream of urine flowing towards him.
As Mistress Gaia finished her business, she stood up and turned to face him. He looked at the puddle before him, his eyes shifting nervously between her and the mess on the ground. She approached him slowly, her footsteps echoing in the empty room.
"Pick it up," she commanded, nodding towards the mess.
The man hesitated, his eyes widening as he realized what she meant. He knew better than to argue with her or disobey an order—it could prove deadly. So, with shaky hands, he knelt down and scooped up the puddle of urine between his fingers.
He brought it to his lips as Mistress Gaia watched, her eyes narrowing in disgust. As expected, he only managed to swallow a tiny fraction of the liquid before spitting out the rest. She sighed, frustrated by his incompetence.
"Such a pathetic excuse for a toilet," she muttered under her breath before deciding on another course of action.
It was time for a more, shall we say... hands-on approach? She walked towards him, her ass swaying seductively as she moved. He watched her approach, confused by the sudden change in her demeanor.
When she was close enough, she turned around suddenly, pressing her bare ass against his chest. He gasped in surprise as he felt her warmth against his cool skin. She lowered herself slowly, her weight pushing him down onto his knees.
"Lick it," she breathed into his ear as she felt his tongue trace the outline of her asshole. He hesitated again, and she growled in frustration.
"You'll do as I say or you'll regret it," she warned him, her voice low and menacing.
Reluctantly, he leaned forward and took a tentative lick. His tongue touched the tight, puckered opening, and Mistress Gaia felt a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he licked her—a sound that surprised even herself.
As he licked, she moved, grinding her hips against his face, feeling his wet tongue on her most intimate spot. She bit her lower lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape her throat. This was unexpectedly... arousing.
But soon, she grew impatient. He wasn't doing enough—he was being too gentle, too hesitant. She wanted him to be bolder, to take control.
"Harder, you pathetic excuse for a cocksucker." She growled, slapping his face lightly.
To her surprise, he flinched but didn't back away. He took a deep breath and leaned forward again, this time his tongue diving deeper into her asshole. His tongue curled around her sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Mistress Gaia groaned, arching her back as she felt him pushing her limits. She put her hands on the floor, steadying herself as she leaned into his face, giving him better access to her ass.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of excitement—it was time to take things up a notch. She reached behind her, grabbing a handful of his hair, pulling his head deeper into her ass before grinding against him, feeling his tongue push against her insides.
She moaned loudly, her hips bucking wildly as she rode his face. The sensation was too much—she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She closed her eyes, biting her lip as she savored the feeling, trying to push back the inevitable climax.
And then, she felt it—the wave of pleasure sweeping over her body, washing away any trace of doubt or fear. With a loud cry, she came, her ass clenching tightly around his face as her orgasm rocked her body.
Finally, she came down from her high, pulling away from him with a satisfied smile. She looked at him, taking in the mess on his face, the cum dripping from his lips into his wide, terrified eyes.
"See what you made me do?" she said softly, her voice calm now. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a toilet."
She turned away from him, walking back to her couch with exaggerated swaying hips, her ass still rimmed with cum. As she sat down, she glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Clean yourself up," she commanded before leaning back into the soft cushions, closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart.
