At the crack of dawn, a knock echoed on Toilet Slave's chamber door. The air was heavy with anticipation as he quickly dressed himself in his customary outfit - a collar bearing his mistress's seal, a leash, a treacherously tight leotard that accentuated his every curve and the merest hint of his erection. His heart thudded in his chest when he heard her commanding voice through the keyhole.
"Enter, toiletslave," she purred with unconcealed delight. The moment he crossed the threshold, he found himself face-to-face with his Goddess in all her glory, clad in a latex catsuit that hugged her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in his attire and the bulge in his leotard. It was clear she was in a playful mood today.
"Ah, well done!" she laughed, her voice like warm honey dripping from a spoon. "Now get onto your knees and show me how well you've learned to please me."
Without a word, Toilet Slave complied, bowing his head in submission as he positioned himself before her feet. In an instant, her hands were at work, teasing him mercilessly - untying him only to tie him up again in new ways that left him exposed and vulnerable. His cock and balls were pulled away from his body, straining painfully under her ministrations.
"You look so pretty like this," she said, her voice lilting with glee. "Now then, since you're such a good boy, why don't we start with a little CBT?" With that, she began to torture his nipples between her fingers, causing sharp pains to shoot through his body. His breath hitched as she worked on them both at once, alternating between agonizing pleasure and excruciating pain.
"Ahh...yes, Goddess," he moaned, unable to contain himself any longer. The pain was exquisite and he welcomed it with open arms. Nothing pleased her more than seeing him in this state of blissful agony.
But this was just the beginning. She soon moved on to slapping his cock and balls with an implement she had...
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