Rosella was lounging on her lavish, gold-plated throne when she caught sight of the pathetic little toilet slave kneeling before her. His eyes were downcast, filled with fear and worship, making her heart race with excitement. She smirked wickedly, undoing the clasp of her filigreed belt and letting it fall to the floor with a heavy clang. The slave trembled at the sound, anticipating what was to come next.
"Next slave," she purred in a sultry voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Prepare yourself. You are about to receive the honor of having your mistress's golden nectar poured upon you."
The scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, making it difficult for him to breathe as he knelt before her. When she stood up, the full force of her nude glory washed over him. Her glittering golden skin shimmered in the dim light of the dungeon, highlighting every ripple and curve of her flawless body. Her long legs stretched out before him, adorned with delicate shackles that clinked softly as she moved.
His gaze darted between her bejeweled nipples, hard and erect, and the small patch of black hair that concealed her treasure. She watched his eyes grow wide with desire before slowly unfurling her pussy lips, revealing her pearlescent pink folds. The musky scent became almost unbearable, overwhelming him with lust despite himself.
"Now," she commanded.
The slave could barely will himself to move, but he knew he must obey. His tongue trembled as he crawled forward, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting his mistress's essence. She hovered over him, the warmth of her breath on his face, teasing him mercilessly. Then, in one swift movement, she straddled his head and lowered herself onto his upturned face.
His tongue darted out instinctively, eagerly lapping at the salty tang of her juices as they flowed from her. She groaned deeply, thrusting her hips in time with his desperate tongue lashings. He could feel her wet heat against his face, feel her powerful muscles contracting around his tongue as she neared climax. He slipped a finger inside her, searching for her G-spot, and found it easily. With a muffled cry of pleasure, she came undone, her entire body shuddering from the force of her orgasm.
"Now," she whispered harshly, "taste your reward."
He didn't need to be told twice. He opened his mouth eagerly as the first drops of her golden nectar fell into his eager mouth. It tasted sweet and salty, like honey and warmth all at once. He closed his lips around her folds greedily, lapping up every drop, wanting more. As he felt her pussy emptying into his hungry mouth, he lost all sense of time and place, lost in a haze of lust and submission.
When she finally pulled away, he felt hollow and empty, bereft of the taste of her essence. He looked up at her, wanting more, but she was already standing, her thick shaft coiled in her hand.
"Now, clean me."
His tongue flicked out once, tasting the slippery remnants of her pussy juices on his lips. He moved forward slowly, kneeling between her legs once again, and took her rim in his mouth. She shuddered at the contact, her body arching towards him. She sank two fingers into his mouth, pushing them deep, and he eagerly suckled on them, causing her to let out a soft moan of pleasure.
He crawled up her body, kissing and licking every inch of her skin, as he made his way back up to her breasts. One by one, he took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing them with his tongue. They felt hard and firm against his tongue, beads of warm honey dripping onto his face.
"Very good," she murmured, reaching down and tracing patterns on his bare back. "Now, back to business."
She stepped away from him again, pulling out of his reach. His heart sank, but then she laughed softly, pulling something from behind her. It was the long-handled golden dildo that he had seen her use before. He cringed slightly as she approached, but she only smirked.
"Lick me clean," she commanded again, driving it deep into her aching pussy. "And this time, don't miss a drop."
He nodded, eager to please, as she lowered herself onto the edge of the throne. He took her in again, his tongue tracing circles around her entrance, lapping up the last remnants of her nectar. Then he pressed forward, taking her in deeper, his tongue pushing against the thick barrier of her pussy until she was fully seated on his face.
He massaged her clit, using one hand to tease her entry while his tongue flicked in and out of her pussy, tasting every inch. She groaned deeply, her hips bucking against his face, her hand pressing down on the back of his head. They moved together in a sensual dance, their bodies finding a rhythm that left them both panting for air.
In the end, she pulled away with a soft, satisfied sigh, her eyes shining with lust. The slave looked up at her, his own eyes reflecting his desire and need. She smiled down at him, her golden lips curling into a wicked smile.
"You have pleased me well, my slave," she said softly, reaching down and caressing his cheek. "Now go and rest. Tomorrow, you will serve me again."
