As I stood in front of my full-length mirror, admiring the reflection of my luscious body, my thoughts turned to my slave. He had been begging me for weeks to allow him to worship my ass, and today was the day I would grant him his wish.
I turned around slowly, giving him a full view of my statuesque figure clad in a shimmering black fishnet bodysuit that hugged my curves perfectly. The outfit accentuated my plump ass cheeks, perfectly round and juicy, just waiting to be adored.
My slave, kneeling at my feet, looked up at me with pleading eyes. I nodded once, and he scurried towards me, his tongue hanging out in anticipation. I extended my hand towards him, palm up, and commanded, "Show me your most devoted expression."
Without hesitation, he pressed his lips together into a tight seal, his eyes closed tightly as if in prayer. I smiled wickedly and pulled him closer, positioning his head directly between my thighs.
"Tongue out, slave," I commanded, and he immediately complied, stretching his tongue out as far as it would go. "Now, prove your devotion to me."
His tongue darted out eagerly, making contact with my pulsating sex. He began by flicking his tongue over my clitoris, paying special attention to my sensitive nub. I moaned softly, feeling the tingling sensation radiate through my body as he worked his magic.
But this was not the main event. I knew he had been longing to worship my ass, so I took hold of his hair and guided his head towards my plump behind. "Now, show me how you worship my divine ass, slave," I purred.
He immediately complied, burying his face between my cheeks. His tongue darted out, probing every crevasse and curve of my ass. He lapped up the juices that trickled down my crack, savoring the taste of his mistress's sweet nectar.
Just as he was getting into a rhythm, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. This was his goodbye. He was leaving, and taking a long bus ride home. I didn't want him to suffer from dehydration, so I had another idea in mind.
I sighed contentedly, feeling the cool air caress my warm skin. "You know what, slave? You're going to need some water to last that long bus ride."
Before he could comprehend what was happening, I grabbed his face and aimed his nose towards my pulsating love button. His eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen.
"Drink it all up, slave," I commanded, holding his chin firmly in place. He opened his mouth wide, and I watched as my sweet nectar poured into his mouth like a delicious golden waterfall.
He gagged and choked, struggling to swallow the thick fluid as it flooded his mouth and poured down his chin. But I wasn't done yet. I had saved the best part for last.
"Now, don't forget to brush your teeth when you get home," I teased, moments before unleashing a torrent of hot piss onto his waiting tongue.
He squirmed and writhed beneath me, his body convulsing as he tried to avoid tasting the bitter liquid that filled his mouth. But it was no use. I held him tightly, my grip unyielding as I emptied my bladder into his mouth.
When the stream finally subsided, I pulled him up, taking in the sight of his face flushed with humiliation and his clothes soaked with my pee. "There you go, slave. Now you're all ready for your long journey home."
With one last glance in the mirror, I turned back towards him, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. "Oh, and don't forget to bring a toothbrush. You're going to need it for that brown smell in your mouth."
He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was a mouthful of my piss. I chuckled heartily, watching as he struggled to swallow the last drops.
With one final command, I sent him on his way. "Now go, slave. And remember, every time you burp, you'll taste me."
As I heard the bus pull away, leaving behind a trail of dampness and humiliation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. My slave may have been leaving, but he would never forget the day his mistress turned him into her personal human toilet.
