As they stepped into the crowded grocery store, BlondBlaster couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over him. It was one of those days when he knew he'd be indulging in his favorite pastime: making people uncomfortable. His stomach was churning with anticipation as he glanced at the clock on his phone, knowing that it wouldn't be long now.
They began their shopping trip, cruising down the aisles with ease. BlondBlaster let out a long, slow sigh as the familiar weight settled into his gut. He loved this feeling, knowing that he had complete control over this poor individual who was trapped in his world. He noticed the way they kept glancing at him out of the corner of their eye, attempting to remain discreet about their growing discomfort. It only made him smile more.
Finally, after several laps around the store, they made their way towards the toilet section. BlondBlaster could feel his insides churning, ready to burst free. With a contented stretch, he strolled over towards his slave and nodded towards the bathroom sign.
"Well then," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "I think it's time we took care of business. No sense in making a mess in public, now, is there?"
The slave followed him silently, their heart racing as they nervously obeyed their master's command. They knew what was coming next, and they hated it just as much this time as they did every other time. But there was no avoiding it—not when their entire existence revolved around BlondBlaster's every whim.
Once inside the bathroom stall, BlondBlaster slammed the door shut behind them, locking it tight. He could feel his slave shivering in anticipation as they knelt down before him, ready to receive what was coming. With a smirk on his face, he pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his massive erection to his slave.
"It's time," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Time for you to do your duty."
Without another word, BlondBlaster began to take aim, lining up his massive log with the quivering entrance to his slave's mouth. There was a moment of hesitation, a look of pure terror on their face as they realized what was about to happen. But then they opened their mouth, slowly at first, then wider as they engulfed his cock further and further into their mouth.
The taste of filth was intoxicating, and BlondBlaster could feel himself losing control. He began to thrust against their mouth, grunting as he felt the head of his cock brush against their throat. They gagged and choked around him, but he didn't care—all that mattered was the feel of his cock sliding in and out of their mouth.
Finally, with a primal roar, BlondBlaster erupted, spraying hot, sticky cum all over the inside of the stall. He grimaced as he felt his balls empty, the last dribbles of cum finally squeezing free. With a satisfied smile, he pulled his cock from his slave's mouth, who continued to gag and cough as they tried to clear their throat.
"That's a good boy," BlondBlaster said softly, reaching down to pat their head gently. "Now come on, let's finish up our shopping. I bet you're hungry after all that hard work."
And so they walked out of the bathroom stall, hand in hand, BlondBlaster leading the way. The slave could feel the sticky residue of his cum coating their lips and tongue, a constant reminder of their place in the world. They had served their purpose, and now it was time to move on to the next task.
As they continued through the store, BlondBlaster could feel his slave trembling next to him. They knew what was coming next—they always knew. And yet, they couldn't help but be drawn to him, their master. The taste of his filth was addictive, and they would do anything to please him.
It was a simple cycle, one that they had grown accustomed to over time. But no matter how many times they went through it, it never lost its power over them. They were BlondBlaster's toilet slaves, and they would be forever.
