My name is Harley, and I am a 24-year-old maid who has recently found herself in an extremely taboo yet exciting situation. I am now the personal attendant of a Milf mistress named RosellaExtrem, who has taken me under her wing and turned my life upside down. One of the many unconventional duties that I perform for her is using a toilet slave when we both need to relieve ourselves.
When we first arrived at our lavish new home, I was introduced to the toilet slave who would be at my beck and call. He was a middle-aged man who looked shy and uneasy about his new role. However, under the strict guidance of my mistress RosellaExtrem, I was instructed to use him when needed and report back to her with details of my experience.
On the first occasion, I hesitated a little but eventually took a seat on the gleaming white throne that the toilet slave had set up for me. As I settled in, he knelt beside me, his eyes fixed on the ground out of respect. Without any warning, RosellaExtrem stepped forward and placed her full weight on the trembling slave's back, forcing him to bend over and present himself in an embarrassing position.
She then said with a sinister chuckle, "Harley, you may start." I was taken aback but chose to ignore the strange request from my new mistress. However, she wasn't one to be ignored and proceeded to give me a nudge in the right direction. Reluctantly, I leaned forward and picked up the hose which was conveniently placed next to me.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but I followed my mistress's orders and filled the slave's mouth with my golden nectar. As I watched him struggle not to gag or spill a single drop, a feeling of power surged through me that left me weak at the knees. From that moment on, every time we needed to use the facilities, I knew that my role would be just as important as my mistress's - maybe even more so.
Over time, our use of the toilet slave became more elaborate and depraved. In addition to my urine, RosellaExtrem would sometimes defecate in his mouth too, forcing him to swallow every unpleasant morsel. She even encouraged me to spit, fart, and sometimes pee on him as well, ensuring that he was completely humiliated and degraded.
Despite the initial shock and disgust I felt towards this practice, a strange sense of comfort began to overtake me. The idea that there was someone who lived solely to please us and cater to our every need was intoxicating, and before long, I found myself looking forward to our intimate moments together.
As time went on, our bond deepened, and we established a routine where we both knew our roles and responsibilities. The toilet slave, though often trembling and crying, never once refused us, showing an incredible amount of loyalty and obedience that I found both admirable and terrifying.
Our lives together are far from ordinary, but I can't imagine ever returning to a "normal" existence after experiencing this twisted form of dominance and submission. With each passing day, my mistress RosellaExtrem's hold on me grows stronger, and I find myself craving her touch and command more than ever before.
