Today, I found myself at the mercy of my Mistress, ready to indulge in her every desire. She was in front of me, wearing nothing but a provocative smile that sent shivers down my spine. She lit up a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled softly, her breath carrying the faint scent of her recent pleasure.
"Toiletslave," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. I shivered at the sound of my designated title. "Are you ready to worship my divine creature?"
"Yes, Godess," I responded, my voice trembling with anticipation.
She stepped closer, her hand trailing sensually over my chest before settling on my forehead in a gesture of ownership.
"Today," she began, her voice dropping even lower. "I have some time for us. I want you to spend some quality time cleaning my precious anus."
My heart raced as she casually mentioned the word "ass" without any embarrassment or shame. That was part of what made her so divine - she embraced every aspect of her body without judgement or hesitation.
She pulled me towards a freshly prepared bathroom - one of many in her opulent estate. There, she instructed me to kneel before her as she lowered her perfectly sculpted bottom onto a shiny stainless steel toilet bowl.
"You may begin," she commanded, extending her backside towards me like an offering. I didn't hesitate; my tongue darted out tentatively at first, tracing the outline of her exquisite opening. As I explored deeper, my confidence grew, and I began to probe more aggressively with my tongue, seeking new heights of pleasure for her.
"Ah yes," she moaned softly, her hips bucking against the cold surface of the toilet. "That's it, slave. Never stop pleasuring me."
I continued to worship her divine anus, lapping up every drop of moisture and pushing my tongue deeper into her tight muscles. Minutes turned into an hour, and still, she didn't seem to tire of my attentions.
Finally, she stood up, signaling the end of our session. I scrambled to my feet, eager to please her further. She pivoted around and presented her backside to me once more, inviting me to taste the sweet nectar that had accumulated on her buttocks.
I lapped it up greedily, savoring the unique blend of sweat and arousal. As I finished, she turned around to face me, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
"Excellent job, toiletslave," she said, her voice warm with appreciation. "But there's more to come."
With that, she led me towards another room where a state-of-the-art massage table awaited us. I knelt at the foot of the table, ready for whatever task she had in store for me next.
She climbed onto the table, situated herself comfortably, and spread her legs invitingly. I couldn't believe my luck - it seemed like my day would never end! As I knelt there, staring at her perfect body, I felt a new wave of arousal wash over me.
"Now," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to stick out your tongue."
I complied, unable to resist her commands. She lowered her face towards mine, and as our lips met, I felt something warm and wet brush against my tongue.
"Yes," she hissed into my ear. "Now, swallow."
I did as I was told, following her orders obediently as she moved closer and closer. As her essence filled my mouth and swirled around my tongue, I realized with a start that she had finally peed on me.
"Good boy," she murmured, seemingly satisfied with my performance. "Now, clean me up."
With that, she motioned for me to climb onto the table beside her, where I could reach her anus with my tongue more easily. I positioned myself behind her, reflecting on how fortunate I was to be given such an intimate role in her life.
I began to lick her clean again, savoring every drop of her fluids as they slid down my throat. This time, however, I could feel her muscles tense and relax unpredictably beneath my tongue, as if she was enjoying the sensation of being controlled from below.
Our session continued in this way for what felt like eternity, each moment filled with an intense blend of pleasure, submission, and dominance. As the sun began to set outside her window, casting long shadows across the room, she finally released me from my duties and allowed me to crawl off the table, exhausted but exhilarated.
"You have pleased me well today, toiletslave," she purred, stretching like a cat in front of me. "But remember - your services will be required again tomorrow."
With that, she disappeared into another room, leaving me to contemplate our unique relationship. I knew that this was only the beginning - that as long as I remained at her beck and call, she would continue to push my boundaries and test my limits. And despite the occasional moments of discomfort or embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of profound gratitude for being chosen by her.
