As Miss Dula stepped onto the elevator, her anticipation for the day's unique toilet-cleaning session only grew. She had selected her human toilet carefully, ensuring he was not only skilled but also eager to serve. His reputation for being an adept catcher had preceded him, so she was confident in his abilities.
The elevator doors opened, and she glided out into her lavishly appointed penthouse. The room was filled with the soft popping sounds of champagne bottles being uncorked. A sense of excitement filled the air as her toilet, eagerly awaiting his mistress's arrival, cleaned the bathroom meticulously.
Miss Dula's gaze swept over the polished floors and sparkling surfaces before she approached her prize toilet. With a satisfied smile, she unzipped her dress revealing her perfect, silken skin. The sound of her boots striking the ground echoed through the room as she approached the cage.
"You are looking good today, my toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. She fumbled open the cage, and he immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving her pristine body.
She sat down on the chamber pot, her legs spread wide, and bent over to allow her toilet access to her treasure. He took the ball of caviar between his lips, gently massaging it as he savored its rich, salty taste. Satisfied with his initial response, she took a sip of champagne and watched, captivated, as he cleaned up the mess she had left for him.
The dance continued for some time, each new entrant into her chamber adding to the tension between them. He proved to be an excellent catcher, never dropping a single pearl of caviar or missing a swipe of her spit and champagne. She could feel herself becoming aroused by his diligence and attention to detail.
Finally, she stood up from the chamber pot, her naked body glistening with perspiration and eau de toilette. "Well done, my toilet," she murmured, pressing a cool hand against his forehead to check his temperature. "You may rise now."
He stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached for a towel to wipe the remaining spittle and champagne from his body. They stood there in silence for a moment before she turned away, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way towards the shower.
"Thank you, mistress," he called softly after her. "The honor is all mine."
She laughed softly, the sound echoing through the empty room. "Don't worry, my toilet," she replied, her voice teasing. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to serve me in the future."
And with that, she disappeared into the shower, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
