Crushed and Humiliated: A Facesitting Slave's Torment Under His Mistress's Asset
I woke up to the familiar sting of her fingers digging into my skin. My Mistress had shrunk me down to an insignificant size, barely visible to the naked eye. She hovered over me, her perfect ass forming a tight shell around my head. I couldn't help but stare up at her in awe as I felt my heart race with both fear and desire. Her ass was firm, round, and enticing - a forbidden fruit that I was addicted to.
"You know what you are, don't you?" She snarled, her warm breath tickling my neck. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man. A degenerate who worships the ground I wipe his ass on." My face turned red with shame, yet my cock twitched beneath her. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.
She lowered herself down, her heavy cheeks pressing against my shoulders. "Say it," she commanded. "Admit it. You're mine. You're a worthless toilet slave."
"I'm yours," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please, Mistress. I can't take this anymore."
But even as I begged for release, she only tightened her grip. "You think this is bad?" She chuckled darkly. "Just wait until I get around to my real plans for you."
For what felt like hours, she teased me with her ass. She spanked it, gyrated it, and even winked her tight asshole at me. I watched in agony as she played with herself, completely unaware of my existence except for my misery. My cock ached for her attention, yet she ignored it completely.
Finally, she stood up and towered over me once more. "Now," she said, her voice colder than ice. "I'm going to use the bathroom. And when I'm done, you'll clean it up. Every drop, every smear." Her eyes glinted with evil amusement as she sauntered off to the toilet.
As soon as she was gone, my despair turned to desperation. I tried to crawl after her, but my small size made it impossible. My heart sank as I realized that I was truly trapped under her glorious ass. All I could do was watch as she squatted above the toilet and released a torrent of piss onto the porcelain. The smell of her urine filled the air, taunting me with what I couldn't have.
When she was finished, she flushed the toilet, sending a tidal wave of water crashing down on me. I coughed and spluttered, trying to keep from drowning in my own desperation. Then, to my horror, she lifted her ass off the seat and invited me to lick her clean. My tongue darted out automatically, eager for even the tiniest taste of her. But she just laughed and swatted me away.
"You're worthless, do you realize that?" She asked, her voice echoing in the small room. "You'll never be good enough for me. Now clean it."
And so I did. I cleaned her perfect behind with my tongue, tasting both her urine and the remnants of her shit. It was humiliating beyond words, yet I couldn't help myself. I was addicted to her ass, even if it meant treating me this way.
As the day wore on, she found new ways to torment me. She made me lick her feet, her armpits, even her dirty laundry basket. And every time, she would laugh at my pathetic attempts to please her. But still, I couldn't resist her. She held all the power, and I was at her mercy.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted and humiliated beyond belief. But as I lay there, staring up at her ceiling, I knew one thing for sure - I was hers, body and soul. And no matter what she did to me, I would never be able to escape her alluring ass.
[tags]femdom, facesitting, humiliation, ass worship, toilet slave[/tags]
