On a warm, sunny day, Mistress Luna and her toilet slave, Faith, found themselves on the roof of a luxurious building. The mistress, adorned in a fashionable outfit and elegant high heels, strutted about the rooftop while her slave laid prostrate on the floor before her.
Mistress Luna, a woman of authority and dominance, commanded Faith to stand up. The toilet slave obliged, his face flushed with embarrassment at being seen in such a submissive position by people inside the building's office spaces. He bowed his head humbly as she approached, knowing not to make eye contact.
With a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, Mistress Luna unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing a pair of dark-colored pantyhose that encased her voluptuous rear end. She then reached down and grabbed the back of Faith's neck, pulling him closer to her. "Since you've been such a good boy," she purred, "I thought we'd have some fun."
She lifted her leg, revealing the thick bulge of her ass bunched up inside her nylons. "Kiss my pantyhose-covered ass, slave," she ordered, her voice dripping with cruel anticipation. Faith moved forward hesitantly, his face inches away from the inviting rise of her behind. He could feel the heat emanating from her body and the nylon fabric stretching slightly as she shifted her weight onto one hip.
Obeying her command without question, Faith pressed his lips against the smooth exterior of her nylon-encased ass. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her skin and the warmth of her body through the thin fabric. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her hand press firmly against his chest, reminding him of the chastity cage he wore around his genitals at all times.
Mistress Luna enjoyed the feeling of her slave's lips against her ass, but she wasn't finished yet. She wanted to humiliate him even further. With a wave of her hand, she gestured towards a nearby table. "On your hands and knees," she commanded, her tone now tinged with malice.
Faith complied immediately, lowering himself onto all fours as instructed. Mistress Luna smiled wickedly, knowing what was coming next. She positioned herself behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders as she glanced over her shoulder . "This is for your own good," she grinned, before pushing down hard on his shoulders, forcing him face-first into the table.
The impact was hard enough to make the wooden surface groan under the pressure. Faith's nose was just inches from the cold, hard surface of the table as he felt his breath coming in short gasps. Mistress Luna reached down between his legs and undid the clasp on his chastity cage, releasing his cock from its prison-like grip.
She then positioned herself over his face, lowering her nylon-clad ass onto his mouth. "Suck on my pantyhose-covered ass," she commanded once more, her voice devoid of any hint of compassion. Faith did as he was told, his tongue pushing against the fabric-covered orifice, trying to reach the sensitive skin beneath.
As he sucked and licked at her ass, Mistress Luna enjoyed theview of the cityscape spread out below them from her rooftop perch. The wind whipped around them, sending her pantyhose into a flutter that only served to heighten her arousal. She could feel Faith's warm breath on her skin and the soft licks against her exposed ass.
After a few moments, she pulled away, leaving his mouth empty and craving more. "Now," she said, her voice now a husky whisper, "you get to smell my pussy through these pantyhose." She positioned herself in front of him, her legs spread wide so he could get a good whiff of her private area.
Faith leaned forward, his nose pressing against the fabric that separated him from her most intimate spot. He could feel the heat emanating from her core as he inhaled deeply, trying to catch even the faintest whiff of her arousal. Mistress Luna watched him intently, enjoying the power she held over him.
As the sky began to darken and the lights of the city began to twinkle below them, she decided it was time to end their little session. "That's enough for today, my toilet slave," she said, smirking down at him.
She then pulled up her skirt once more and helped him to his feet. "Clean yourself up and get back to work," she commanded, her voice cold and unfeeling. With one last look at the city before descending into the office building, Faith knew that he would continue to serve his Mistress Luna faithfully, no matter what humiliation or degradation she chose to inflict upon him.
