Mistress Mystique's Newest Toilet - The Building's Maintenance Man!
As Mistress Mystique, I am always on the lookout for new thrills and ways to add spice to my life. I'd recently moved into a swanky condo complex, and while I enjoyed the luxury and privacy it afforded me, something didn't feel quite right. I had this nagging suspicion that someone was sneaking into my home while I was away.
One day, while reviewing the security footage from my condo, I noticed something unusual: the building's maintenance man had been lingering around my place more than usual. His presence didn't seem to serve any practical purpose, so I became more curious about his intentions.
Determined to uncover the truth, I set up a hidden camera in my living room and waited for him to arrive. True enough, he eventually showed up when he thought no one was home. As he snuck around my apartment, unaware of my surveillance, I couldn't contain my excitement.
When the time was right, I revealed myself to him, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a devilish grin. He was clearly taken aback by my dominatrix attire and demeanor. Without hesitation, I told him that he was now my toilet slave, and my pussy was his new throne.
His face turned beet red as he tried to process what was happening. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of his humiliating ordeal. Over the course of the next 20 minutes, I subjected him to the filthiest, most degrading treatment imaginable. I made him worship my body, licking every inch of me clean like the good little toilet he was born to be.
And when it came time to relieve myself, I made him watch in horror as I pissed all over his face like a common piss toy. But the real kicker came when I shoved my fat ass directly into his face and commanded him to "eat my goddamn ass out." His protests were futile against my authority.
As he lapped up my ass juices like a starving dog, I couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction. After all, he had been hiding in my home, thinking he could get away with his perverted fantasies. But now, it was I who held all the power.
In the end, I left him there, covered in my filth and humiliation. My new toilet had been thoroughly used and abused, just the way I like it. And as for the rest of the residents in our condo complex, well, let's just say they should be thanking their lucky stars that I'm not interested in them... at least not yet.
