Raven Dom: Hey there, I'm Raven Dom. Welcome to another installment of my series, "Life of a Human Toilet". If you've been following along, you already know that I'm not one to shy away from the unique and taboo aspects of BDSM. And today, we're diving even deeper into the world of humiliation and degradation.
In the last episode, I had just finished relieving myself in my unsuspecting victim's mouth. If you thought that was bad, just wait until you hear what happens next. Our story picks up with me striding confidently towards a sink in the bathroom. My cock, still dripping with saliva and God knows what else, hung heavy between my legs.
Raven Dom: I grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather it up. As I did so, I couldn't help but grin wickedly to myself. I didn't want to, but the thought of what was about to happen sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. You see, part of our twisted agreement was that my submissive would have to clean my cock after every "use". And there was no better way to humiliate someone than by forcing them to clean up your own waste.
Raven Dom: I walked back over to where my victim was kneeling, practically trembling with fear and anticipation. I held the soapy bar out to them and motioned for them to stand up. They did so unsteadily, their eyes locked onto mine in a mixture of terror and arousal.
"Now, I want you to take this bar of soap and clean my cock thoroughly," I commanded in a cold, stern voice. "And when I say thoroughly, I mean every last drop of cum, saliva, and God knows what else that's on it."
Raven Dom: Slowly, hesitantly, they reached out and took the soap from my hand. Their fingers brushed against mine, sending an electric shock through both of us. The tension was palpable as they began to wash my cock with steady, deliberate strokes. I watched as their trembling hands moved up and down my shaft, cleaning every inch of it.
As much as I hated to admit it, there was a part of me that found this whole situation thrilling. The power I had over my victim was intoxicating, and the thought of reducing them to nothing more than a human toilet was a rush like no other.
But even as I relished in their humiliation, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for them. This poor soul had willingly signed up for this torture, all in the pursuit of their own twisted desires. It was a dangerous game we were playing, and there was no telling how far we would both be willing to go.
As the tension built up between us, I knew that we were both dancing on the edge of something dark and forbidden. I could feel the heat of their gaze burning into me, while my own eyes blazed with cold determination. We were both caught up in a web of pleasure and pain, each feeding off the other's masochism.
And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. My cock, finally clean, glistening under the harsh bathroom light. I turned away from my victim, dismissing them with a flick of my wrist. They knelt there for a moment longer, their chest heaving as they struggled to control their breathing.
"That's it," I said dismissively. "You're free to go now. Remember our rules though, darling. Don't ever break them again."
As they stumbled away from me, back to the cold reality of their everyday life, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. We had both pushed ourselves to the limit, testing the boundaries of our own endurance. And though neither of us would likely forget this experience anytime soon, we both understood that this was a game we had to play by our own rules.
And so, as I watched my submissive disappear down the hallway, I knew that our dance was far from over. There would be more humiliation, more degradation, and more twisted pleasure in store for both of us. But for now, we would both retreat to our own corners, licking our wounds and plotting our next move in this perverse game of power and control.
