Part 5:
As Kitra entered the restaurant, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. Her long, slender legs adorned in sheer stockings and high heels that clicked on the floor with every step she took. Her tight red latex dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous figure. She strutted through the crowded tables, her head held high as she scanned the room for the perfect place to sit.
She spotted her slave immediately, his eyes locked onto hers from across the room. A small smile crossed her lips as she approached him, feeling his nervous energy radiate off of him like a beacon. She let out a soft chuckle, knowing full well what was in store for him tonight.
As they sat down at their table, she ordered her meal without even looking at the menu. The waiter bowed low before him before scurrying off to fill her order. Kitra turned to face her slave, the smile still plastered on her face as she leaned in closer to him. "So," she purred, her breath warm against his ear, "how was your day, toilet slave?"
In response, he could only nod his head in submission. He had spent the entire day cleaning up after her; wiping away her drool, cleaning up her piss, and even sniffing her soiled panties to ensure they were clean enough for her to wear again. The thought of it made his cock twitch in his pants, but he forced it down. It was his duty as her slave.
As they enjoyed their meal, Kitra couldn't help but tease him further. She would casually drip some sauce onto her chin or let a piece of food fall onto her lap, knowing full well that he would be the one to clean it up for her. By the time their meal was finished, he could barely contain himself anymore. All he could think about was finally serving his Goddess in the only way she desired.
As they exited the restaurant, Kitra gently gripped his arm, leading him towards the restrooms. She pushed open the door with her free hand, revealing a public toilet stall. Without warning, she spun him around so that his back was facing the toilet. A nervous tingle ran down his spine as he felt her fingers unzip his pants.
Without further ado, she yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees, leaving him exposed and vulnerable before her. Kitra couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his pathetic cock, already standing tall and proud, desperate for her attention. She grabbed him by the base, squeezing gently before tilting her head back and tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"Time to clean your mistress's mouth," she purred, her voice laced with desire. She leaned in close, her lips parting slightly as she positioned his cock at her mouth. As she lowered her head, his cock slid past her teeth and onto her tongue. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth wrapped around him sent shivers up his spine.
She began to bob her head up and down, sucking on him like a lollipop as she moved in time with his thrusts. Her ample breasts pressed against his back, leaving little doubt as to who was in control here. This was his ultimate submission - his Goddess using him in such a degrading yet erotic manner.
As she neared climax, Kitra pulled away abruptly, leaving him hanging. She stood up straight, her eyes locked onto his as she licked her lips slowly. "That was a taste," she said huskily. "Now it's time for you to taste."
Without warning, she grabbed him by the hair and forced his head down towards her pussy. As his lips made contact with her hot, moist folds, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. He hesitated for a moment before taking his first tentative lick. The salty sweetness of her juices coated his tongue as he began to lap at her eagerly.
Kitra let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her body. It was moments like these when she felt most alive, most powerful – knowing that there was a man out there willing to do anything for her, even something as humiliating yet arousing as this.
