Part 4: The Mans slave!
The door to the bathroom opened, and there he stood before her, his magnificent presence an awe-inspiring sight. She trembled in anticipation, her heart racing, as he approached the toilet where she knelt. She had always been mesmerized by the way he moved, the authority in his stride that commanded respect and fear.
His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, pulling her back roughly against his hardened manhood. Instinctively, she moaned at the sensation of his touch and the painful yet exhilarating way he held her. Her body, despite the humiliating situation she found herself in, ached for him.
"Today's your lucky day," he smirked, his deep raspy voice sending shivers down her spine. "I'm feeling generous."
She felt a warm stream of his urine hit the back of her throat. Her mouth watered at the smell and taste of it. It was a unique mix of sweet, salty, and pungent, and she greedily drank every drop. As she swallowed the last drop, he let out a satisfied groan.
"That's a good girl. Now let's see if we can get you cleaned up."
He pushed her gently towards the bathtub filled with steaming water and a generous amount of soap. She felt soft bubbles caress her skin as she entered the bath. He leaned over the tub to look at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Bend over, hands on the edge," he commanded softly.
She did as she was told, presenting her pussy to him. He Approached, knelt behind her, and spread her labia apart with his fingers, exposing her wet, pink flesh to the air. "I wonder what this feels like," he mused, rubbing a small amount of the soapy water between her ass cheeks.
Without warning, he pushed her forward, forcing her face into the soapy water. She spluttered and choked, trying to catch her breath as she pushed herself back up. She looked at him, confused and frightened.
"Don't worry," he reassured her with a laugh, "I won't let you drown. Now, open your mouth."
She didn't move. He moved closer, pressing his hardening cock against her backside. "I thought you were a good girl? Prove it."
Slowly, she opened her mouth, and he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deep into her throat. As he fucked her face, he reached around to continue scrubbing her ass and pussy with the soapy water. Her body betrayed her as she moaned around his cock, her muscles involuntarily massaging his shaft.
Finally, with a groan of satisfaction, he pulled out of her mouth. "You're clean," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now get dressed and go back to your room."
She did as she was told, her body still shaking from the mixture of pleasure and humiliation she had just experienced. As she left the bathroom, she could hear him chuckling softly to himself. She knew her life belonged to him, that she was nothing more than his toilet slave. And yet, there was a twisted comfort in that knowledge.
