The changing room was packed with people, their chatter and laughter bouncing off the walls as they prepared to head out for the evening. Luna stood at the mirror, surveying her reflection, taking in the thin straps of her black dress that clung to her slender frame, the plunging neckline revealing just enough cleavage to be tantalizing. She reached down with one hand and tugged gently at the hem of her pantyhose, pulling them taut over her smooth, shapely legs before smoothing them upward again.
Her mind wandered back to her slave, Faith, who would be waiting for her at home. She had ordered him to wear pantyhose just like hers, knowing how degrading it would be for him. He was already there, lying on the bed in the dark room, his musky scent mingling with the musty odor of old sheets. His cock, encased in its cage, throbbed painfully as he waited anxiously for her arrival.
Luna smiled to herself, her hand moving up to stroke lightly at the lacy edge of her pantyhose. She knew just how to push Faith's boundaries, how to make him beg for more even as he cringed in humiliation. With a final adjustment to her dress, she left the changing room, the sound of her stilettos echoing in the silence that followed her out.
Faith heard the door open and closed his eyes tightly, silently praying that she would just come and get it over with. But when soft hands gently lifted him from the bed and placed him on his knees, he knew better than to hope for mercy.
"Smell me, Faith." The command was softly spoken, but there was a steel edge to her voice that sent shivers down his spine. He obeyed without question, pressing his face against the warm, damp folds of fabric that covered her pussy and ass. The scent of her arousal mingled with the musky odor of sweat, making him dizzy with desire and shame.
"That's it, Faith. Inhale deeply. Smell my arousal, smell my sweat. It's all for you." She purred the words in his ear,nake her fingers entwine with his hair, holding him in place as he struggled to breathe. And then she moved, stepping back just enough to give him a gleaming view of her ass in those sheer pantyhose.
"Now, Breathe through this." Her voice was a husky whisper as she shoved her ass into his face, holding his head in place with one hand as she grabbed his cock with the other. His protests were muffled by her pantyhose as she began to fart deliberately into his face, the hot stench making him gag helplessly.
"That's it, Faith," she murmured, stroking his throbbing cock through the mesh of his cage. "You're mine. We're going to share this, aren't we? We're going to share everything."
Time seemed to stand still for both of them, the only sound the rhythmic panting of their breaths. And then, finally, she withdrew, stepping back to admire his submissive pose.
"Such a good toiletslave," she purred, her voice full of pride. With one last glance back at him, she turned and disappeared into the night, leaving him there on the bed, aching and aroused, his mind reeling from the perfect mixture of humiliation and desire that only she could bring out in him.
