As the evening progressed, the anticipation grew stronger within Toiletslaveanddommes. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to meet with Mistress Marry and witness her unique set of fetishes firsthand. The click of high heels on the floor signaled her arrival, and soon enough she stood before him, a commanding presence that made him shiver with excitement.
"Good evening, Toiletslaveanddommes," she said, her voice cold and authoritative. "You ready for your training session?"
With a nod, he replied, "Yes, Mistress Marry."
She led him to a dark, dingy room where various tools of domination hung from the walls. His heart raced as he caught sight of the whips, paddles, and other instruments that would soon be used on him.
"Let's start with ballbusting training," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Bend over, slave."
Toiletslaveanddommes obeyed without hesitation, bracing himself for the pain to come. Mistress Marry took her time, setting the pace with soft taps that slowly escalated into hard slaps against his sensitive flesh. Each strike sent waves of pleasure through him, heightening his arousal.
"Good boy," she purred, her breath warm against his ears. "Now, on your back."
He lay on the floor, breathing heavily as Mistress Marry mounted him. He could feel her slippery wetness against his thighs, and he groaned in anticipation of what was to come. She pressed a large, veiny dildo against his entrance, and he winced in fear of the pain that would follow.
But instead of pain, he felt an intense fullness that left him gasping for air. Mistress Marry began to ride him slowly, her hips grinding against his as she took control of their erotic dance. Stars exploded behind his eyes as sensation after sensation washed over him.
Finally, she dismounted and instructed him to eat her out. He kissed her inner thighs, taking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and then traced his tongue along her wet folds, tasting her essence. He pressed soft kisses against her clit, alternating between gentle caresses and harder taps that matches the rhythm of her moans.
As he lapped up her juices, a thought crossed his mind: How could something so pleasurable make him feel so utterly powerless? It was a recurring theme throughout their session, and he was both exhilarated and confused by it.
Then came the final act. Mistress Roberta emerged from the shadows, her eyes glittering with mischief. She instructed him to kneel before her, ready to become her human toilet. He trembled with excitement and anticipation as she lifted up her skirt, revealing her perfectly manicured pussy.
She lowered herself onto his face, his nose buried deep in her scent gland. He could feel his cock, still hard from their previous encounter, pressing against his stomach. He opened his mouth, ready to accept whatever she might entrust to him.
A warm, sticky liquid filled his mouth, and he gagged slightly. It was her kaviar, the ultimate symbol of her power over him. He sucked it up enthusiastically, savoring the taste of her dominance.
As he felt the last of her essence disappear down his throat, he knew that this was what he had been searching for all along. This submissive, erotic experience was his true calling, and he couldn't wait to see what other fetishes Mistress Marry would expose him to next.
