As Bubbles stood over the lip of the toilet bowl, she smiled down at her bound and gagged submissive. The man's eyes were locked on hers, filled with fear and anticipation. He had never been more aware of his place in the world than he was now, crouched on all fours like a dog awaiting her commands.
"Good boy," Bubbles purred, running a finger lightly down his spine. She could feel every muscle tense under her touch as he tried not to squirm away from her.
"Now, open wide," she said, her voice low and threatening. He obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could, his tongue hanging out of the side like a doltish pupil awaiting instruction. Bubbles smiled wickedly, taking in the sight of his vulnerability.
Without warning, she lowered her trimmed pubic mound into the man's waiting mouth. The taste of her juices filled his senses, making him gag slightly against the gag in his mouth. But he didn't resist - he couldn't resist. His task was clear: to please Bubbles in any way possible.
She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against his face. His eyes watered from the strain of keeping her weight balanced, but he didn't complain. Every inch of his being was focused on pleasuring his mistress.
"That's it," Bubbles moaned softly. "You're such a good cocksucker. Keep working that tongue, baby." She leaned forward, her breasts practically brushing against his bound hands. She could hear him groan into the gag as he tried to reach out for her, but he remained still under her watchful gaze.
"Oh yes," she sighed, feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. "Fuck yeah... right there, baby. Suck it harder. Make me cum all over your face."
And with that final command, Bubbles came undone. Her body shook with pleasure as she rode his face, her orgasm rippling through every fiber of his being. When she was finally spent, she pulled away, leaving a trail of her fluids on his chin and cheeks.
"Good boy," she said again, patting him on the head like a loyal pet. "Now clean yourself up." She handed him a washcloth and watched with amusement as he struggled to clean himself off while still mostly immobilized in his bondage position.
When he was finally clean, Bubbles untied him and let him collapse onto the cold tile floor. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, his voice hoarse from the gag.
She smirked down at him, holding out the collar she had been wearing around his neck during their encounter. "Don't be so grateful," she purred. "Remember, you're here because I gave you that pleasure. And who knows when you'll get another one?" With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the collar back onto his neck, signaling the end of their session for now.
