As Mistress Anna prepared for her day, she noticed that her slave had been busy cleaning the bathroom once again. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at his constant eagerness to please her. Deciding to take a break from her tasks, she walked over to the toilet and sat down. However, as she did so, she realized something was missing—toilet paper.
Her eyes narrowed in anger as she recalled ordering the slave to restock it just yesterday. She couldn't believe he had forgotten again. With a huff, Mistress Anna ordered him to put his head under her feet for comfort while she used the toilet. Once he was positioned appropriately, she began to relieve herself, taking her time to enjoy the power dynamic between them.
However, as she finished and stood up, the absence of toilet paper became even more inconvenient. She clenched her fists in frustration, debating on how best to punish her slave for this oversight. As she paced around the room, an idea began to form in her mind.
Calling the slave over, Mistress Anna grabbed him by the hair and forced him to his knees. "You left me without toilet paper," she growled, piercing him with her cold, hard glare. "Now you will pay the price."
She lifted up her skirt, revealing her bare pussy to him. "You will clean me with your tongue," she commanded, pulling him closer. "And when I'm done shitting, you'll clean my ass too."
Trembling in fear but determined not to disobey, the slave nodded his head vigorously. "Yes, Mistress Anna. I am sorry."
Her grin returned as she saw his fear. "Apologies won't save you from my wrath," she hissed, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face closer to her pussy. "Clean me well, or you'll feel the full force of my anger."
As the slave began to lick and clean her, Mistress Anna couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pleasure and power coursing through her veins. She let out a soft moan, feeling simultaneously satisfied and aggravated by the situation.
When she was finally done, she stood up and waited for the slave to beg. She smiled as he looked up at her, fear in his eyes, clearly aware of what was coming next. "I loved how attentive you were to my needs," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now it's time to clean me up a different way."
Without warning, she slapped his balls hard, causing him to gasp in pain. "Beg me," she ordered, her voice low and menacing. "Tell me you want to clean my ass."
He dropped to his knees, cupping his aching balls. "Please, Mistress Anna," he whispered. "I will clean your ass with my tongue."
She smirked, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at her. "Good boy," she said, a hint of approval in her voice. "Now, get ready to learn what it means to truly serve your mistress."
As he opened his mouth, she lowered herself onto his face, her ass mere inches from his waiting tongue. "Show me what you've got," she commanded, her voice a mix of excitement and authority.
The slave shook with anticipation, his tongue trembling as he waited for the right moment. Finally, with a soft grunt of pain from Mistress Anna, he thrust his tongue forward, eager to please and determined not to disappoint her again.
