Mistress Anita, a stunningly beautiful and powerful Domme, was in a playful mood today. Her eyes scanned across the vast array of toys and devices in her dungeon, before settling on two of her favorite items: her shiny, stainless steel double toilet sink.
She put out a call to two of her most loyal slaves, both bisexual males who had proven their loyalty and devotion time and again. They arrived eagerly, their hearts racing with anticipation at what their Mistress had in store for them.
"Kneel before me, you pathetic toiletslaves," Mistress Anita commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. The men knelt before her, their eyes never leaving her alluring form. "Today, I have a special punishment prepared for you. Today, you will both serve as my personal toilets."
As soon as the words left her lips, she snapped her fingers, and two slaves dressed in French maid outfits rushed into the room, each carrying a heavy wooden stool. They placed the stools in front of the toilet, and Mistress Anita climbed onto the one to the right, astride the bowl.
"Begin!" she ordered, and the two slaves got to work. They each produced a cock of their own: one hard, throbbing strap-on dildo, the other an equally impressive real cock. The two young men, their faces etched with fear and lust, took turns servicing their Mistress, rapidly switching between the toys as she directed them.
Meanwhile, Mistress Anita instructed the other slave to kneel in front of her and began to address him by the humiliating name she had given him: "Toiletboy." She took him in her hand and guided his head towards her open crotch, her pussy dripping with excitement. He eagerly obeyed, bobbing his head up and down as he lapped away at her moist folds.
As he continued to service her, she leaned over to address the second slave, who was still servicing her with his mouth. "You," she said, pointing to the other toilet. "I want you to stand up and show me how much you love being a toilet." The second slave, his face flushed with arousal, immediately stood and raised his ass in the air.
"Perfect," Mistress Anita replied. "Now, I want you to open your mouth wide again like a good toilet." The slave complied, his eyes locked onto hers, and she grinned wickedly. With a flick of her wrist she produced a shiny, chrome object from her collection, and before he could process what was happening, she had plunged it deep into his eagerly awaiting mouth.
"MMM, yes," she purred, her body shuddering with pleasure as she watched him struggle to contain the intrusion. "That's a good toilet." She turned back to the first slave, who was still faithfully lapping at her pussy. "Now it's your turn, Toiletboy."
The first slave stood up slowly, his erection bobbing eagerly between them. Mistress Anita reached out and took him in hand, leading him towards the second toilet. As he kneeled before the bowl, she leaned in and whispered, "I want you to taste my pussy on Toiletboy's lips before you service me."
The first slave nodded eagerly, his tongue already searching out the traces of his Mistress's essence on Toiletboy's lips. He opened his mouth and began to service both of them in turn, his tongue darting in and out of their tight orifices as he tried to please them both.
As they continued their twisted dance of humiliation and pleasure, Mistress Anita reached between her legs and began to play with herself, her other hand gripping the first slave's cock tightly. "I want you both to cum for me, but only when I say so," she warned.
Hours passed in this way, the smell of sweat and overflowing bowls filling the air. Finally, Mistress Anita sat back, eyes closed in ecstasy. "Now," she commanded.
Both slaves let out high-pitched moans as they climaxed, their juices shooting out in long, thick streams. They remained there, bodies quaking with aftershocks, until Mistress Anita finally dismissed them. "Clean up this mess," she said, "and remember: I am never truly satisfied until you are completely used up and empty."
The two slaves bowed their heads and scurried off to clean up the mess they had made, their hearts full of gratitude for the privilege of serving their Mistress.
