Ellyah leaned against the cool tiled wall of her newly renovated master bathroom, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Her former landlord had been reduced to a drooling, toiletslave, completely subjugated to her every whim. She chuckled to herself as she replayed the events of the day in her mind.
It all started when she noticed that the toilet hadn't been cleaned properly after the last tenant moved out. Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but something about this particular incident irked her. Deciding that something needed to be done, she had summoned the quaking toiletslave to her presence.
From that moment on, Ellyah took control of the situation. First, she stripped the toiletslave of his pride and dignity, humiliating him before her very eyes. Then, she proceeded to crush his mind, forcing him to understand that he was nothing without her. Through a series of mental prodding and manipulation, Ellyah had turned a normal man into a toiletslave who would do anything to please his mistress.
Now, the man knelt at her feet, his eyes fixated on the intricate pattern of her stockings. She could feel the wet spots on the floor where he had drooled during their exchange. "You are mine," she whispered, relishing in the power she held over him.
As the events of the day began to wind down, Anita arrived at Ellyah's home. "Everything went according to plan?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Ellyah nodded, her gaze still fixed on the trembling toiletslave. "He's perfect," she replied, her lips curling into a smile. "Just as I intended."
Anita made her way into the master bathroom, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She glanced at the toiletslave before turning her attention to the sink. "This place looks amazing," she commented, running her hands over the smooth marble countertop. "I can't believe you managed to transform it like this."
Ellyah shrugged modestly, though she was secretly pleased with the praise. "It wasn't easy," she admitted, "but I knew it would be worth it in the end."
As they spoke, Ellyah couldn't help but notice the bulge in Anita's pants. A mischievous grin spread across her face as an idea formed in her mind. "Speaking of which," she said casually, "I was thinking we could have some fun before you leave."
Anita's eyes widened in anticipation as she followed Ellyah's gaze down to the trembling toiletslave. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice hushed with excitement.
"Well," Ellyah replied, her tone seductive, "I was thinking we could feed the toiletslave ball until it's bursting with kaviar."
Anita let out a sigh of pleasure, her fingers twitching with anticipation. "I like the sound of that," she purred, walking over to the unsuspecting slave.
Together, they knelt down so that their faces were leveled with the toiletslave's. With a delicate yet commanding touch, Anita reached into the slave's mouth, pushing the ball further back. "Open wider," she ordered, her voice dripping with authority.
The toiletslave obeyed without question, his eyes fixed on the two women before him. As Anita slowly withdrew her hand, the bulge in her pants grew larger, filled with the anticipation of what was to come.
Reaching behind the slave, Ellyah guided the tip of Anita's finger towards his throat. "Feed him," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
With trembling hands, Anita pressed her finger against the slave's throat. As he obeyed, she thrust her finger deeper, groaning in pleasure as the kaviar slid down his throat. Over and over again, they fed him until the bulge in Anita's pants was gone, replaced by a satisfied smile.
Finally, they stood up, their bodies pressed against each other. "That was amazing," Anita breathed, her head spinning with the power and control they had just experienced.
Ellyah nodded, her eyes still shining with satisfaction. "I know," she replied, squeezing Anita's hand reassuringly. "We make quite the pair."
And with that, they left the trembling toiletslave kneeling on the cold tile floor, his mind consumed by his new mistresses.
