Mistress Mystique sat on the balcony, her long legs elegantly crossed and an icy drink resting on the table beside her. She watched as the city below came to life, the sun starting to peek over the horizon. She was feeling quite upbeat, wearing a tight red dress that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body. As she sipped her drink, she couldn't help but think about you, the pathetic little worm who had been so desperate for her attention that he had offered to become her personal toilet.
She let out a contented sigh, remembering how you had knelt before her, your head bowed in humiliation as you promised to do anything she desired. And what she desired most of all was for you to worship her ass, to kiss it and lick it clean every day of your pathetic life. It was a simple request, yet one that filled her with an inexplicable sense of power and satisfaction.
Mistress Mystique had always been fascinated by the lengths that people would go for attention, and you were no exception. She had seen something in you that made her believe you had the potential to be the perfect little toilet slave. Of course, she had also seen the fear in your eyes, but she knew that was just part of the process. Humiliating you was all part of her plan.
As she sat there enjoying the morning breeze, she couldn't help but fantasize about your face under her chair. She imagined your eyes locked onto her perfect ass, your tongue there waiting for any sign of weakness so that it could dart out and taste her. She pictured you pleading with her to release a massive log, begging her for the chance to clean up after her.
And then, as if on cue, the urge to use you as her toilet hit her. She stood up slowly, taking her time as she savored the moment. With a sultry smile, she walked over to the edge of the balcony and lowered her dress, revealing her soft, perfect ass to you. Your eyes widened in anticipation, and a thick shaft began to develop between your legs.
"Oh yes," she purred, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her skin. "You're so desperate for this, aren't you?"
Without warning, she hoisted herself up onto the railing, her legs spread wide in invitation. She could feel your eyes boring into her ass, could sense your arousal from across the room. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid your chair forward until it was positioned directly underneath her.
And then, without warning, she released a massive log. It was hot and steamy, and she knew you were going to love every second of cleaning it up. She watched as your tongue darted out, tasting every inch of her ass. She let out a moan of approval, feeling the power course through her veins as you worshipped her.
It was a glorious feeling, knowing that she held your entire life in the palm of her hand. And she wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. No, she had plans for you. Plans that involved you becoming her personal toilet for as long as she desired. And she wasn't going to stop until you were completely and utterly hers, body and soul.
