Mistress Ann's Domination: A Toilet Slave's Lunchtime Routine
Entering the opulent bathroom, Mistress Ann takes her position on the luxurious throne. She casually scans the room, her keen gaze falling upon the toilet slave, who cautiously approaches. Kneeling before his Mistress, he awaits her orders.
"You may serve me," she commands, her voice cool and commanding. The slave nods respectfully, his hands trembling slightly as he opens the ornate silver case at her feet. Unsure of what to expect, he watches intently as she picks up a chunky gold-plated remote control.
With a subtle flick of her wrist, Mistress Ann sends the toilet seat plummeting towards the bowl. The slave flinches, his heart racing as he anticipates what's to come. But instead of punishment, she simply smirks. "First, prepare my toilet," she instructs, her eyes fixed on his trembling form.
Obeying without question, the slave grabs a small silver tray from the vanity and gingerly steps towards the toilet. It holds a crystal goblet filled with ice-cold spring water and a delicate white linen napkin. His hands shaking, he places the tray on the edge of the bathtub and carefully pours the water into a silver pitcher.
Next, he takes the pitcher and fills the toilet bowl with cold water, making sure to keep his face averted from his Mistress. As he does so, he feels the weight of her gaze upon him, piercing through his very soul. Shivering slightly, he places the pitcher back on the tray and grabs a bottle of expensive perfume from another vanity.
Slowly, meticulously, he sprays the perfume into the air above the toilet bowl, creating a cloud of intoxicating scent. He waits patiently until he hears his Mistress say, "Now."
With renewed courage, he dips the linen napkin into the water and gently swirls it around the toilet bowl, cleaning any residue. Finally, he takes a deep breath and holds out the soaked napkin for her inspection.
"Very well," Mistress Ann says, her voice devoid of emotion. She reaches down and takes the napkin from his trembling hand, examining it closely. Satisfied with his work, she tosses it aside and stands up, revealing a stunning white gown that clings to her curves.
Stepping aside, she motions for the slave to approach. With shaking hands, he picks up the tray and carefully places it on the vanity before him. Then, he kneels down once more, head bowed in submission.
"You may eat now," Mistress Ann says softly, her voice like silk. For a moment, he forgets his fear and looks up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. And as he breaks his fast before her, he knows that this is a moment he will never forget.
