Your Mouth Is My Toilet: A Story of Submission and Defilement
She stood before you, an exquisite vision of beauty and submission. Her body trembled with anticipation, her heart racing as she awaited your command. You were her master, and she would do anything to please you.
With a snap of your fingers, she came closer, her eyes never leaving yours. She parted her full, luscious lips, eagerly awaiting your next words. "Open wider," you commanded calmly, and she complied without hesitation.
Her mouth opened wider, revealing the soft pink of her tongue and the moisture inside. You stepped closer, your dominant presence making her shiver. You reached out with a gloved hand and traced her lips, feeling the warmth they exuded.
Without warning, you grabbed her chin and forcefully pushed your cock into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as she fought to keep from choking. But you were in control, and she knew better than to resist.
As you began to thrust in and out of her mouth, her body instinctively started to respond. Moans escaped her, muffled by your cock and the glove covering it. Her cheeks hollowed as she struggled to contain the feelings of humiliation and arousal that coursed through her veins.
Your rhythm was steady, relentless. You pulled her closer, her body pressed against yours. You could feel the heat emanating from her core, begging you to take her. But for now, your toilet's mouth would have to do.
You reached down and wrapped a hand around her throat, controlling the depth and speed of each thrust. She whimpered as she felt your grip tighten, her world reducing to nothing but your cock in her mouth and your hand around her throat.
Time seemed to stand still as you took your pleasure from her. It was as if the world outside did not exist, and you were the only two beings in it. And when you were finally done, you released your hold on her throat and withdrew your cock from her mouth.
She remained there, knees weak and lips swollen, waiting for your next command. You let out a satisfied sigh, knowing that your toilet had served you well. But for now, you would let her rest, knowing that she would be waiting when you needed her next.
