In the luxurious mansion, Mistress Roberta, a dominant figure, sat on her royal throne, her crotchless blue pantyhose draped across her thighs. Even from her lofty perch, she could feel the soft and silky texture against her skin. Today was a special day - she had received a new pair of pantyhose, and she couldn't wait to showcase them in her latest movie.
As the sun began to rise, Mistress Roberta's faithful toilet arrived at her chambers. The little mound of flesh trembled as it knelt before her, its eyes fixated on the tempting pantyhose. Without warning, Mistress Roberta stood up, kicking the toilet over with a flick of her foot. Once he was on the floor, she commanded him to begin his day's services.
"Worship my pantyhose," she purred, her voice dripping with honey and cruelty. The toilet hesitated, but fear quickly took hold as Mistress Roberta raised her foot and pressed the heel of her shoe against its face. With a low growl, the toilet pressed its lips against the silk, breathing in the scent of his mistress's intimate garment.
Mistress Roberta watched with satisfaction as her toilet's actions become bolder and more fervent. She removed the pantyhose from her thighs, revealing her bare skin beneath. "Lick them clean," she ordered, her foot pressing down on the toilet's neck until it complied. Tears streamed down the toilet's face as it struggled to clean the fabric between its lips, but fear of punishment kept it from stopping.
Next, Mistress Roberta slid the pantyhose over her head, the crotch resting just above her anus. The toilet's tongue darted out, prodding the material, searching for any signs of pleasure. "Suck on these," she instructed, her voice a low rumble. "Make them wet for me." The toilet complied, its tongue gliding across the sheer fabric, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
As the pantyhose became damp, Mistress Roberta reached into a nearby drawer and retrieved a pair of black latex gloves. She snapped them on, her smile growing wider. "Time to play with my asshole," she purred, leaning over the toilet's back. With one hand, she reached into its mouth, guiding the wet pantyhose over its head. The toilet gagged, its tongue forced to rub against the material.
Once the pantyhose was in place, Mistress Roberta grabbed a massive dildo from another drawer. With a cruel smile, she teased the toilet, moving the enormous phallus in front of its face, daring it to take it deep inside. Sweat poured down the toilet's face as it struggled against the unyielding latex gloves, but fear of punishment kept it from resisting.
"Make it wet," Mistress Roberta growled, brandishing the dildo. The toilet whimpered, its tongue darting out to lick the large, rubber phallus. Satisfied, Mistress Roberta jammed the dildo into the toilet's mouth, forcing it to open wide. She slowly thrust in and out, watching with delight as the toilet struggled to contain the enormous object.
Once the dildo was sufficiently wet, Mistress Roberta withdrew it from the toilet's mouth. "Now, remember your place," she hissed before shoving the large phallus into the toilet's ass. The pain was intense, but the toilet couldn't move, trapped beneath the latex gloves and Mistress Roberta's powerful form.
After a few minutes, Mistress Roberta withdrew the dildo and knelt in front of the toilet, its head between her legs. "Swallow every drop," she commanded, releasing the gloves from its mouth. The toilet opened its mouth instinctively, unsure of what to expect. Mistress Roberta began to orgasm, her juices flowing over the toilet's lips and down its throat.
Finally, Mistress Roberta rose from her knees, wiping her juices from the toilet's face. She placed a hand on its forehead, lowered it into the position it was accustomed to, and leaned against the wall. "Well done, my toilet," she purred, smoothing out the wrinkles in her crotchless blue pantyhose. "Now, I'll just leave you here to enjoy the scent of your own urine." And with that, Mistress Roberta left the room, secure in the knowledge that her toilet would wait faithfully for her next command.
