In the opulent Toiletslaveanddommes mansion, a tablescape of crystal and gold adorned the lavish dining room. Domina sat at the head of the table, her elegant attire accentuating her regal poise. She scanned the room, taking in the array of submissives who waited on her every whim. Among them was a toiletslave, kneeling in anticipation of being called into service.
His heart raced as he watched Domina pour herself a glass of chardonnay. His gaze flitted between her and the decadent meal prepared by the kitchen staff. The aroma of roast duck and truffle mashed potatoes filled the air, making his stomach growl with anticipation.
"Toiletslave," she said finally, her voice like velvet. "You've been a good little servant today. It's time to show you how I reward my loyal subjects."
The toiletslave could feel a warm gush between his legs as he complied, hurrying to her side. She patted his head gently before balling up some food in a napkin and handing it to him. His hands trembled as he took it, wondering what she had in store for him.
"Go on, slave," she purred, her eyes shining with mischief. "Feed me."
He knelt before her, his heart pounding as he carefully unfolded the napkin. Inside was a piece of duck, still warm from the oven. His lips parted in curiosity as he noticed tiny traces of feces clinging to the meat. He glanced up at Domina, uncertain if he had interpreted correctly.
Her grin widened, a sign of her amusement. "Go on, slave," she repeated, her voice huskier now. "Taste it."
He could feel his face turn bright red as he brought the duck to his lips. It tasted perfectly delicious, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else, something unique about it. As he swallowed, he felt a rush of excitement coursing through him.
Sensing his hesitation, Domina leaned closer, her breasts grazing against his arm. "Did you enjoy your meal, slave?" she asked, her breath tickling his ear.
He nodded hesitantly, unable to find his voice. She chuckled softly and reached down, lifting his chin so that he had to meet her gaze. "Good boy. Now, it's time for your real reward."
Before he could react, Domina stood up and lifted her skirt, revealing her perfect round ass in all its glory. She turned around slowly, giving him a view of the toilet paper stuck between her cheeks. A wave of desire washed over him as he realized what she wanted.
Without further hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the soft flesh of her rear. She moaned softly as he began to lick and nibble, savoring the taste of her shit mixed in with her natural musk. His tongue darted out, flicking at the small opening between her cheeks, sending shivers down her spine.
As he worked, Domina reached down and unfastened his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. She stroked him gently, guiding it towards her ass. With one smooth motion, she impaled herself on his member, grinding against him as they both moaned in pleasure.
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their rhythm punctuated by the sounds of slurping and moaning filling the room. The other submissives watched in awe, their own arousal mirroring that of their Mistress and her toiletslave.
Finally, with a cry of pleasure, Domina came, showering the poor toiletslave with her sweet nectar. He continued to lap at her ass, drinking every last drop before collapsing in a heap at her feet. She stood there for a moment, surveying her creation before smirking and walking back to her seat at the dining table.
As she sat down, she couldn't help but feel satisfied. Her toiletslave had proven himself once again, serving her well in all aspects. With a contented sigh, she picked up another piece of duck and enjoyed the taste of intimacy and power that still lingered on her tongue.
