Mistress Roberta, a domme in a blue seethrough catsuit, was in the mood for a little enema fun with her toilet slave. She snapped her fingers and beckoned him over, knowing he'd drop everything to serve her. When he arrived, he knelt eagerly before her, his heart racing with anticipation.
"Today," she purred, running her fingers seductively along his cheek, "You're going to worship my legs and that perfect ass of mine." His eyes widened with excitement; she always knew how to push his buttons.
She positioned herself on the toilet seat, her legs spread wide open and the catsuit clinging tightly to her curves. The toilet slave leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against her thigh. He could feel the heat emanating from her body as he kissed and licked his way up her leg.
Roberta let out a contented moan, enjoying the attention. As he reached her socked foot, she gently nudged it aside and placed her foot on his shoulder. He groaned in appreciation, watching as she wiggled her toes playfully. Her scent was intoxicating, driving him wild with desire.
Suddenly, she stood up, towering over him. She pulled off her socks and threw them at his head, giggling as they landed on his face. "Now onto more important matters," she said, grinning wickedly. "It's time for your enema inspection."
The toilet slave shivered with anticipation as she unzipped her catsuit, revealing her perfect derrière. Roberta stepped out of the catsuit, revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear. She turned around and presented her puckered anus to him, winking playfully.
"Remember," she purred, "This is going right in your mouth." She picked up the toilet brush and slowly inserted it into her tight opening. As she twisted and turned it around, the toilet slave found himself getting hard just watching her.
Next, she pulled out a hose and squeezed it, filling it with water. "Hold still," she whispered menacingly, and soon a jet of water was aimed right at his face. He squealed as the cold water hit him square in the eyes and drenched him from head to toe.
"Time for some enema fun," she chuckled, grabbing the hose and positioning it so that it was aimed directly at his open wide mouth. He braced himself as the first wave of warm water hit him, washing over his tongue and filling his mouth. Roberta laughed wickedly as she watched him struggle to swallow it all down.
As she began filling him up more and more, the toilet slave could feel the pressure building in his stomach. His cock was fully erect now, straining against his skin. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this whole situation.
Finally, Roberta decided it was time to stop. She pulled the hose out of his mouth and sat down on the toilet seat once again. "Now, stay there," she commanded, placing her foot back on his shoulder. Slowly but surely, his stomach began to expand as the enema took effect.
Mistress Roberta watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as the toilet slave squirmed under her gaze. She ran her fingers through his hair and giggled as he whimpered softly under her touch. "Good boy," she purred, patting him gently on the head.
