Mistress Mystique stood towering over her submissive, a tall and dominating figure in her bare state save for her thigh-high boots. Her massive ebony body glistened with sweat, emphasizing the sheer size and strength she exuded. She bent over, presenting her massive round buttocks to her slave, the scent of her sweat, ass crack, and the aftertaste of her asshole filling the air.
"Get on your knees, you worthless white worm," she commanded, her commanding voice echoing through the room. "Worship this towering black goddess who owns your pathetic existence."
The slave fell to his knees, his head bowed low before the Mistress. His cock throbbed painfully in his tight briefs, desperate for release but knows better than to touch itself without permission. He leaned forward, pressing his face into the crevice between her cheeks, sticking his tongue out to touch her asshole puckered ring.
"Shove your tongue deeper into my filthy asshole," Mistress Mystique ordered, her voice now almost a growl. "Suck on my shit stained hole and get it nice and wet for what's coming next."
With a moan of submission, the slave inserted his tongue as far as it could go into her ass, tasting the bitter and salty mix of sweat and feces that coated her insides. He lapped at her rim greedily, eager to please his Mistress in any way possible. His hands reached up to caress her thighs, tracing the lines of her muscles before sliding up to grope her meaty pussy lips.
"Fucking perverted pig," she spat out, slapping his hand away from her cunt. "You're only good for one thing, and that's servicing my asshole."
As if to prove her point, Mistress Mystique reached down and grabbed the back of his head, forcing his face deeper into her ass crack. She began to grind her hips back and forth, the bulbous head of her ass pushing against his lips and tongue. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasure through his body, but he knew better than to make a sound without permission.
"Lick my asshole clean, you disgusting white pig," she commanded, panting heavily as she rode his face. "Every last drop of my sweat, every trace of my shit...nothing is left untouched by your relentless tongue."
The slave licked and sucked and nibbled at her ass, cleaning her crack of any residual feces or sweat. Finally, sated for the moment, Mistress Mystique pulled away, leaving his face covered in a slick sheen of her ass juices. She stood tall again, triumphant, her gaze boring into his eyes.
"Edge yourself until you're begging for release, slave," she said, her voice now a husky whisper. "I want to see how far you'll go for a taste of my black ass."
The slave nodded, slipping his hands into his briefs to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes, focusing on the building pleasure in his groin as he neared the edge of orgasm. With a final push, he let out a moan of ecstasy, his cum splattering across the floor.
"Open your mouth," Mistress Mystique ordered, leaning down to pick up a strand of her spunk from the floor. She held it up between two fingers, dripping onto his face as she waited for him to open his mouth.
"Swallow every last drop of your own cum, slave," she hissed, her voice dark and menacing. "For that is all you are allowed, a toilet for my ass and a container for your own pathetic seed."
The slave opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to clean up the last of her cum. He felt her gaze boring into him, an unending wave of dominance washing over him. This was his purpose, his life...to be her toilet and nothing more.
