The studio door opened, revealing a stunning Goddess before me. Her name was Mistress Gravity, and she hailed from Romania. She was tall, stately, and exuded an aura of dominance. Her long, mesmerizing hair was the color of lustrous night, cascading down her back in waves that made me want to bend to her will. Her eyes were the color of liquid ecstasy, full of promise and power.
"Toiletboy, come here," she commanded in a voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
I hesitated for a moment before approaching her. She was surely going to test me, as all the Mistresses did when they first met their toiletboy. As if reading my mind, she raised an eyebrow, daring me to disobey. I swallowed nervously and knelt before her.
"I am here for your pleasure, Mistress," I said, my voice quavering slightly.
She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth that could have sunk a battleship. The corners of her lips curled ever so slightly, as if she sensed my fear and found it intoxicating. "Good," she purred, running her fingers through my hair. "You will make a fine toilet for me today."
With that, she stepped onto a nearby stool and positioned herself directly above my bowed head. She leaned forward slightly, giving me a perfect view of her tight, black latex-clad ass. My heart raced as I realized what she intended.
"Open wide, toiletboy," she ordered.
I parted my lips obediently, feeling the warmth of her sweat and the tension in the air as she lowered her glistening sex onto my mouth. For a moment, we were connected – her and I – through the primal act of pissing and being pissed upon. Her muscles tensed, and suddenly a hot, sharp stream of urine surged into my mouth.
I swallowedconvulsively around her thigh, taking in every drop she gave me. As her bladder emptied, I felt the heat and weight of her piss filling my stomach. When she was finally finished, she pulled away with a satisfied grunt and stepped off the stool, leaving me crawling back to my knees.
"Good boy," she purred, running her hand down my back. "Now clean this up."
With that, she pointed at the small puddle of urine by my head. I got down on all fours and started lapping at it, cleaning every last droplet from the floor. As I did so, I couldn't help but fantasize about what was going to happen next – about how she would use me again and again until we were both completely satisfied.
When I was finished cleaning up, she motioned for me to approach her once more. I crawled towards her, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. She knelt down and leaned towards me, lowering her perfect ass back onto my mouth.
"Taste yourself," she commanded.
I tasted myself, feeling her warm piss flow back into my mouth. She held the position for what felt like an eternity, granting me a taste of my own desperation. Eventually, though, she pulled away and stood up, leaving me lying there on the cold floor.
"That's a good start, toiletboy," she said, walking away with the grace of a Goddess. "Tomorrow, we'll try something new."
And with that, she disappeared from my life once more, leaving me to wonder what kind of depravity she had planned for us next.
