The warmth of the New Year's Eve party washed over Mistress Mystique as she surveyed her domain, feeling a sense of pride and ownership that only a true dominant can experience. She smiled down at her live-in slave, Property Of Mystique, who was chained to the bedpost in the corner of the room. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a mix of anticipation and dread as he knew what was in store for him.
She walked over to him confidently, her long black leather boots clicking against the hardwood floor. She admired his naked body, deliciously marked with her ownership claim—a large tattoo on his chest that read 'Property Of Mystique'. It was a reminder to him, and to everyone else, that he belonged to her completely.
Mistress Mystique approached him slowly, her pink latex gloves snapping against her long sleek legs. She reached down and ran her gloved hand over his chin, tilting his head up so he could see her. "Happy New Year, my little cum toilet," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "It's time for you to serve your mistress properly."
She lifted up her petite skirt, exposing her perfectly waxed pussy covered in glimmering diamonds, and motioned for him to get on his knees. "I want you to make love to me," she commanded, "all over my pussy and asshole." Her eyes flashed with mischief as she added, "And don't you dare cum, slave."
Without hesitation, the chastity caged slave lowered his head and began to worship her womanhood—licking, kissing, and sucking on her swollen clit and labia. Mistress Mystique moaned in pleasure as he took her to new heights of arousal, enjoying the power trip of knowing he was denied any release of his own.
As his tongue danced in her slippery folds, she let out a loud moan, signaling for him to stop. She stood up and turned around, revealing her glistening asshole to him. "Now, clean my ass, slave," she ordered, spreading her cheeks. He eagerly moved between her legs and began kissing and licking her tight little pucker, cleaning up any residue left behind from earlier.
Finally, Mistress Mystique felt ready for the main event. She grabbed a blindfold and a ball gag and secured them around his head, making sure he couldn't see a thing. "Now," she purred into his ear, "I want you to fuck my ass."
Without any further instruction, the chained slave positioned himself behind her and began thrusting his hard cock into her tight hole. Mistress Mystique gasped in pleasure as he filled her completely, his rhythm perfectly in sync with hers. It wasn't long before she felt the familiar tingling sensation build up deep within; she was going to cum.
"Oh god yes," she moaned through the gag as her pussy juices dripped down onto his hard cock. His thrusts became faster and harder, sensing her impending climax. With a sharp cry, Mistress Mystique orgasmed hard, her entire body shaking from the force of it.
As her orgasm subsided, she pulled the blindfold off and removed the ball gag from his mouth. "Drink," she ordered as she squatted above a toilet bowl. The slave didn't need any further instructions—he knew exactly what was expected of him. He opened his mouth wide as she released a stream of hot, steaming cum mixed with shit directly into it. With trembling hands, he licked every ounce of her juices from his lips, satisfied to be her personal cum and shit toilet.
Finally, Mistress Mystique stood up, a satisfied smile on her face. "You may clean yourself up now," she said, indicating the bidet nearby. The slave quickly did as he was told, rinsing off any remaining traces of their intimate encounter.
As he finished washing up, he lifted himself onto the vanity and presented his bound cock to her. With a smirk, she squeezed a generous helping of her cum and shit onto his cock head and forced him to taste it. "Remember this taste," she commanded, "for every drop of my pussy juice and cum you'll ever taste again."
With that, she turned and left the unsatisfied slave to clean up the mess they had made together. She knew he would be eagerly waiting for his next assignment—a leashed cuckold, forever at her beck and call.
