LexyNoir sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the intricately patterned pair of black pantyhose she wore. They were a gift from her late grandmother, passed down onto her just before she had moved out of her family home. Lexy loved the feel of the nylon against her sensitive skin, and the way they hugged her legs like a second layer of flesh. She absent-mindedly stroked the fabric, feeling a strange sense of power as she imagined how it would feel to have someone beneath her, their face buried in the silken material.
A knock at the door shook her from her reverie. With a sigh, she stood up to answer it, pulling the pantyhose taut around her thighs. Opening the door revealed her friend Faith, looking nervous and uncertain. Lexy raised an eyebrow. "Well? What do you want?" She asked, her voice cool and distant.
Faith swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to form words. "You...you called me," he stammered, glancing down at the phone in his hand.
Lexy rolled her eyes, dealing with Faith had always been like this. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered inviting him over in the first place. But then again, he was always eager to please, and that alone made him somewhat useful. She motioned for him to enter the room, closing the door behind him.
"Alright," she said, walking over to the bed and sitting down. "Show me what you've got."
Faith hesitated before giving her a small nod, undoing his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. His soft cock sprang free, already half-hard at the thought of what was to come. Lexy snorted in amusement, her own arousal slowly starting to rise. She watched as Faith lay down on the bed, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for her next command.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. Then, without warning, she straddled his chest, pressing down on him with the full weight of her body. Faith winced as the air was squeezed out of his lungs, but he didn't dare protest. Slowly, Lexy lowered herself, careful not to touch his erection with her clothed body. Her face hovered just above his, her breath warm against his skin. "Now, do you remember what we talked about before?" She asked, her voice a low growl.
With a trembling nod, Faith replied, "You...you want me to breathe for you while you sit on my face?"
Lexy gave him a lopsided smile. "That's right. Breathe in. And out." She commanded, watching as he obeyed her, his chest rising and falling slightly under her. She placed a hand on his stomach, feeling the muscles flex with each breath he took. It was almost like watching a marionette dance. After a few minutes, she couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, she lowered herself further onto Faith's face, feeling the heat of his breath against her pantyhose-clad crotch. She closed her eyes, savouring the sensation of being in control as he breathed for her.
Time seemed to stand still as they remained locked in this intimate position. Eventually, Lexy pulled away, allowing Faith to catch his breath. She stood up and reached down to help him up. "That was...nice," she said with a small smile, her voice still husky from their encounter. "But it's time for the main event."
Before Faith could respond, Lexy grabbed his hand and led him towards the bathroom. She turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. Then, with a sly grin, she led him into the bath, pushing him down until he was sitting on the edge.
"Now," she said, her tone turning serious. "I want you to open your mouth."
Faith did as he was told, his heart racing as he wondered what she was about to do. Slowly, she leaned forward, her hands resting on his shoulders. Then, with a gentle push, she forced his head into the water.
He came up spluttering, coughing as the cold water hit his face. But Lexy remained calm, her face a mask of determination. "You must swallow," she commanded, her voice stern.
Faith hesitated, panic rising in his throat. "No," he protested weakly. "I can't-"
"You swallow," she repeated, her grip tightening on his shoulders. "Or else."
With tears welling up in his eyes, Faith opened his mouth and swallowed the water. It tasted like metal, but he didn't dare complain. Lexy smiled triumphantly, finally feeling like she had complete control over him.
"Good boy," she purred, running a hand through his wet hair. "Now, I want you to lay back and close your eyes."
Obediently, Faith did as he was told, laying back against the cool tile of the bath. He felt a warm, wet sensation against his leg and knew that Lexy was preparing to do something else to him. But he couldn't muster the strength to protest, his body numb with anticipation and fear.
In the blink of an eye, Lexy was straddling his face again, his cock rubbing against her pantyhose-clad crotch. She lowered herself onto his mouth, grinding against him as he struggled to breathe. It felt different this time, more intense than before. The heat of her body against his face, the smell of her sweat in his nose, the taste of her skin on his tongue...it was all too much.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. She stood up and turned around, presenting him with her bare ass. "Now," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Get ready for the grand finale."
Faith whimpered, his heart racing as he realized what was about to happen. Slowly, he reached up and hesitantly touched her ass, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Lexy let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue.
As he tentatively began rubbing her ass, Lexy moved closer, her pussy pressing against his mouth. "Suck it," she breathed, her voice low and seductive.
Faith opened his mouth, wondering what was about to taste like. But instead of feeling the softness of her lips against his tongue, he felt something else entirely. Something warm, wet and sticky. He pulled away in disgust, only to see that he was covered in a thick layer of Lexy's morning shit.
"Swallow," she commanded, her voice cold and biting.
With tears in his eyes, Faith opened his mouth and swallowed the vomit-inducing mix of saliva and feces. As he gagged and choked, he could feel Lexy's hand massaging his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She gave him several more, smaller doses of her shit, until he had finally swallowed it all.
Finally, she stood up and walked away from him, leaving him lying in the filth-covered bathtub. He wondered what he must have looked like, covered in his own vomit and Lexy's shit. As he lay there, staring blankly at the tiled ceiling, he realized that he had lost all sense of who he was. All that mattered now was pleasing Lexy, no matter how twisted or degrading the task.
And with that realization, Faith knew that there was no going back. He was lost to Lexy forever, a mere toiletslave at her beck and call.
