Once upon a time, in a lavish mansion lived a beautiful and dominant mistress. She had a personal toilet slave who loved to serve her, no matter what. One day, the mistress found herself in desperate need of relieving her bowels but unfortunately, the toilet was clogged.
As her slave entered the room, he immediately noticed the look of discomfort on his mistress's face. He bowed humbly and placed a bottle of salts near her. "Mistress, I can unclog the toilet for you," he assured her.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes softening as she looked at him. She knew how much he loved serving her in this way. "Thank you, slave," she whispered.
The slave quickly got down on his knees and started working on the clogged toilet. It was challenging, but he loved the task nonetheless. As he was working, sweat beading on his forehead, he couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to be given this opportunity to serve his mistress in such an intimate way.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the toilet was unclogged. The slave stood up and bowed before his mistress, waiting for further instructions. She nodded her head in approval and patted the toilet seat, indicating for him to sit down. He hesitated for a second before doing as he was told.
As he sat there, feeling the warmth dissipate from the porcelain beneath him, he couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen next. His mistress hadn't given any indication of whether or not she was going to use the toilet, but he was hopeful that she would.
To his delight, he heard the rustling of his mistress's clothes as she approached him from behind. She leant over him, her breasts gently grazing against his shoulder blades. Without saying a word, she placed her hand over his own, guiding it to her waiting ass.
Slowly, he slid his fingers into her folds, feeling the soft warmth of her body against his hand. She moaned softly, encouraging him to continue his exploration. With each passing moment, his need to please her grew stronger, and he found himself lost in the sensation of her body beneath his fingertips.
Eventually, she withdrew from him, standing up straight once again. She reached down between his legs, feeling the growing bulge in his pants. With a slick finger, she gently teased him until he was throbbing with need and desire.
Without another word, she turned around, leaning over the back of the toilet once more. He could see her bare ass cheeks spread wide as she positioned herself over him. He felt her warmth envelop him as she began to slowly lower herself onto his member.
As they moved together, their bodies in perfect rhythm, he couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria. He had never experienced anything so intimate or so gratifying before. With every thrust, he felt closer to his mistress, more connected than ever before.
Finally, with a powerful thrust that sent shockwaves through him, she came, her body shuddering against him. He could feel her hot fluid coating his member, sending him over the edge into an intense orgasm of his own.
As they caught their breath, the slave once again felt a sense of gratitude and love for his mistress. This was the ultimate act of servitude, and he knew that he would happily do it again and again for her.
