Mistress Anna walked gracefully into the bathroom, her scarlet panties peeking out from beneath her little black dress. She could feel the weight of the room pressing down upon her, waiting to see what she would do next to her hapless toilet slave. The slave, a pathetic excuse for a man, lay on the tiled floor beneath the toilet bowl, its genitals shaved and bound, eyes fixed on her every move.
As she stepped onto the toilet seat, Anna couldn't help but smirk, knowing that her slave's face was mere inches from her panties. The sound of its breathing quickened as it desperately tried to avoid imagining what it would feel like to have its tongue pressed between her toes. Anna could almost feel its furious need rising from beneath the toilet seat, and it made her chuckle.
Pulling aside her panties, Anna teased her slave with a view of her puckered asshole and pouting pussy lips. She saw the slave's eyes widen with anticipation, and she couldn't resist giving it a hard slap across the balls to remind it of its place. The pain was evident on its face, but there was also a perverse pleasure as it felt its pathetic cock harden in response.
With her free hand, Anna reached down and guided the slave's tongue into her ass, relishing in the feeling of being filled up. She leaned back against the toilet tank, her weight pressing down on the slave's face, and closed her eyes as she imagined what it would feel like to finally claim her prize.
After what seemed like an eternity, Anna finally allowed her slave to cum. She watched with satisfaction as it squirted its mess all over its hairless body and onto the dirty tiled floor. As the slave lay there, whimpering in pleasure and pain, Anna couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. This pathetic creature had once been a man, with dreams and hopes. Now it was nothing but an object of her derision and amusement.
She stood up from the toilet, her dress cascading down around her feet, and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. The power she held over this slave was intoxicating. She could make it cum on command with nothing more than a look or a word. In that moment, she knew that she would never let it go – not until it was nothing more than a shell of its former self, destined to serve her for the rest of its days.
