Squire sat on the edge of Miss Medea's dirty store, his heart racing and his palms sweaty. He had seen all of her videos, fantasizing about being at her mercy ever since. Today, he was going to live out that fantasy.
Miss Medea, a tall and alluring figure in her latex dress, emerged from the back room. She looked him up and down, her gaze piercing his very soul. "You're new here, aren't you?" she purred.
Squire nodded eagerly, unable to speak. He had prepared himself for this moment, knowing what he had to do to earn her favor. "Y-yes, Miss Medea. I've seen all your videos, and I want to be your full toilet."
Miss Medea smiled disturbingly, revealing her perfect white teeth. "Excellent choice, Squire. Today we're going to play a game that will make you both increasingly horny and submissive." She bent down so they were eye to eye, spitting into her hand and then extending it towards him. He hesitantly opened his mouth, and she spat into it. "Now, lick the spit off my hand."
His tongue touched her saliva, sending a shockwave of desire coursing through his veins. He licked furiously, wanting to please his Mistress. When he was done, she motioned for him to stand up. "Now, worship my legs and my latex dress."
Squire knelt before her, running his hands up her silky black dress as he kissed her legs. She hissed with pleasure, allowing him to explore further. He reached for her armpits, finding them damp with sweat. He hesitated for a moment, but then did as she commanded—pushing forward, he began licking the salty moisture from her pits.
She moaned above him, her fingers running through his hair. "That's a good boy," she purred. "Now, you know the rules—whenever I say stop, you stop touching yourself. Understand?"
He nodded eagerly, terrified and excited all at once. She smiled at him again, this time more sadistically. "Good. Now, let's see how obedient you truly are."
As she spoke, Miss Medea began masturbating slowly, watching Squire's reactions closely. He couldn't take his eyes off her hand as she teased herself, her latex-clad body almost glowing in the dim light. Every time he thought he was about to climax, she would say "stop" and he would have to force himself back under control.
After what felt like hours, she finally let him come. His orgasm was intense, almost painful—his whole body shaking with pleasure as he empty himself onto the floor. As soon as he was finished, she sat down on the edge of the table nearest to him and motioned for him to kneel between her legs.
"Now, it's time for you to kiss and lick my asshole," she commanded.
Squire hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was really happening. But then he saw the impatient gleam in her eye and knew that he had no choice. Tentatively, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against her smooth, firm cheeks. She smelled intoxicating, like sweet perfume and dirty sex.
As he started to lick and nibble at her ass, she spread her legs wider, giving him better access. She was wet, and it tasted sweet on his tongue. He lapped at her like a hungry dog, doing anything to please her.
After what seemed like an eternity, Miss Medea stood up and fixed his hands with bondage tape. He struggled for a moment before realizing that he was completely helpless. She then sat back down on the table, her perfect bare ass facing him once again.
"Now, you get to taste your own cum," she purred, using her hand to force his face into her ass.
He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he had the courage to swallow his own semen. But then he remembered the game—and the orgasm he had been denied earlier. He opened his mouth and eagerly swallowed his own cum, relishing the taste of his submission.
When he was finally finished, Miss Medea smiled and pulled something out from under the table. It was a dildo, covered in shit. "Now," she explained in a cold, rational voice, "you have to make me cum using this."
Squire looked at the dildo, and then back up at Miss Medea. He knew what this meant—he would have to swallow at least three pieces of shit before she allowed him to cum. His heart raced in fear and excitement as he began to work the dildo into her tight ass.
It wasn't easy—she was still tight from his tongue—but eventually, he managed to get it in all the way. She groaned loudly, her body quivering with pleasure. As he worked the dildo in and out of her ass, he could feel her walls tightening around him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Miss Medea screamed and began to shake. He felt something warm and wet drape over his hand, and then another. As he looked down, he saw that he had been successful—he had made her cum, and she had shared her essence with him.
Tears of joy and relief streamed down his face as Miss Medea released him from his bonds. She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Well done, Squire," she whispered. "You're officially my full toilet now."
With that, she stood up and began to clean herself off, leaving Squire sitting on the floor in a puddle of his own cum and tears. But he didn't care—he was hers now, body and soul.
