As I finished my workout at the gym, I couldn't help but think about how much fun I was going to have with my little toilet. His hands were still tied behind his back from this morning, and he was currently lying naked on my bathroom floor. The anticipation of seeing his expression when I finally let him use the toilet was too great to resist.
I walked into my apartment, feeling refreshed and looking absolutely stunning in my summer dress. My heart raced as I saw him there, his eyes filled with desperation and anticipation. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum onto the tiled floor. This was always an added bonus, seeing his pathetic little cock react to my presence even when it wasn't being used for its intended purpose.
Without saying a word, I unzipped my dress and revealed my clean body wearing just a tiny thong. My feet were bare and painted with delicate pink polish. I stood over him, feeling in control as I showed off my perfect body. He tried to speak but couldn't find any words. All he could do was whimper pathetically like the little toilet he was.
I slowly untied the knot of my thong and let it drop to the floor. I was accustomed to him worshipping my body, but today I decided to have a little fun with him first. I walked over to the toilet and sat down on the cold porcelain, spreading my legs invitingly. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"Lick it, you disgusting toilet," I commanded spitefully. He immediately scrambled forward, his tongue darting out to taste the essence of my most intimate area. As he licked away the last traces of my arousal, a devious smirk formed on my lips. I stood up and pushed him onto his back, grabbing a full water bottle from the vanity.
"This is going to be a long day for you," I taunted, pouring the cool water over his head. He squirmed under my touch, but he knew better than to try and resist. After all, it was his place in this world to serve and please me.
I picked up a newspaper and began to read while he laid there shivering. Occasionally, I'd reach down and pinch his nipples or slap him lightly across the face, just to keep him alert. After about an hour, I decided it was time for a little entertainment.
I stood up slowly, taking my time to savor the anticipation coursing through his veins. I unscrewed the cap of my water bottle and held it menacingly above his face. "This is your lucky day, toilet," I purred, pushing my mouth against the opening of the bottle and letting him see my hot piss cascading onto the floor.
"Drink it," I commanded, pushing the bottle towards him. He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and taking a small sip. As soon as the warm liquid touched his tongue, he gagged violently but swallowed it down nonetheless.
"Good boy," I cooed, reaching down and patting his head as if he were a good dog. Satisfied with his obedience, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a slow, sensual sip of the piss that still remained in the bottle. He watched me with wide eyes, mesmerized by my every move.
After finishing the last drop of my piss, I leaned in close to his ear and whispered seductively. "I've got something special planned for you later tonight... something really special." His poor limp cock twitched pathetically at the thought, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.
For the rest of the day, I periodically emptied my bladder into his mouth, each time filling him up with more of my divine nectar. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the floor, I finally decided it was time for our special nighttime activity.
I picked him up and carried him into my bedroom, where I had set up a very intimate scene. Candles were lit, soft music played in the background, and I even had rose petals scattered across the floor leading up to the bed. This was going to be a night he would never forget.
As I laid him on the bed, I climbed on top of him, my body pressing against every inch of his. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, filling his mouth with my warmth. When I pulled away, I could see the anticipation in his eyes. What awaited him underneath these layers of pleasure and pain? Only time would tell.
I slowly lowered my perfect, curvaceous figure onto his face, feeling the coolness of the sheets as they caressed my skin. I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding against his face and drowning him in my scent. And then, without warning, I sat up straight and lowered myself directly onto his cock, impaling myself on his pathetic little shaft.
Moans of pleasure mixed with cries of pain echoed through the room as we began our forbidden dance. I rode him hard, taking him deeper and harder with each thrust. My tits bounced wildly with every movement, taunting him with their perfection.
As the orgasm claimed me, my body shuddered uncontrollably, and I felt myself release onto his face. This time, I allowed him a small taste of my cum before pulling away and collapsing onto the bed next to him.
For a moment, we both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, grateful for even this fleeting moment of closeness. But I knew better than to let my guard down around him. Tomorrow would be another day filled with humiliation and degradation. And I couldn't wait.
