After an especially long and exhausting day at work, Sarah arrived at her luxurious penthouse apartment feeling drained and just wanting to relax. As she entered her bedroom, she noticed a nervous-looking figure standing by the bathroom door, dressed head-to-toe in a pristine white tunic with a gleaming silver collar around his neck.
"What is this?" Sarah asked, surprised to see the figure bowing his head respectfully at her approach. "Who are you? And why are you in my bathroom?"
Sarah's curiosity piqued as she took a closer look at the man, unable to tear her eyes away from his shiny tunic and the somewhat familiar collar around his neck. He remained silent but shook his head slightly, gesturing towards the open toilet seat.
A flash of understanding crossed Sarah's face as realization dawned on her—this was her new toilet slave! She had ordered him from an exclusive brothel in Asia where such practices were still legal, knowing full well that having someone at her beck and call 24/7 would make her feel more powerful and in control.
Sarah walked up to the trembling man and ran her hand over his tunic, feeling the soft fabric graze against her fingertips. She paused for a moment, admiring his submissive demeanor before leaning in closer to whisper into his ear. "I'm going to enjoy watching you serve me, slave."
As she said this, she unzipped her skirt slightly, revealing a black lace thong beneath it. The toilet slave's eyes widened in recognition, indicating that he understood what was expected of him. Nodding in agreement, he lowered himself onto the cold floor next to the toilet, positioning himself between her legs.
Sarah shimmied out of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool around them. She placed one hand against the wall for support while she lifted her legs up onto the edge of the bathtub, exposing herself fully to her new toilet slave. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts swaying gently with each movement.
"Drink my pee, slave," she commanded softly. The slave nodded once more and leaned forward, his tongue flicking out tentatively towards her crotch. Sarah gasped as he pressed his tongue against her feminine folds, tasting the sweet nectar that had been building up all day. He began lapping at her eagerly, tracing circles around her clit with his tongue.
Sarah moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure as she felt the rush of warmth spreading through her body. She placed one hand gently on the slave's head, guiding his movements as he continued to worship her. His hands eventually began massaging her inner thighs, sending shivers of delight up her spine.
From where she was sitting, Sarah could see her reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. The image of her standing over the bowed head of her toilet slave, her naked body glistening with sweat, sent a thrill of power coursing through her veins. She leaned back against the wall for support, feeling her orgasm building up inside her.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes, Sarah cried out in ecstasy as her body convulsed with pleasure. She released herself into the waiting mouth of her toilet slave, feeling his tongue work its magic on her most intimate parts.
As she came down from her high, Sarah considered ordering the slave to drink every last drop of her pee, but something inside her held her back. Instead, she climbed down from the bathtub and tapped him on the shoulder, indicating that he should stop.
The toilet slave stood up slowly, raising his head to meet her gaze for the first time since he had arrived. Sarah couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, even with smeared mascara and a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"You may eat now, slave," she said softly, handing him a plate of freshly prepared food she had ordered earlier from a nearby restaurant. He nodded gratefully, attacking the food with gusto as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Watching him eat, Sarah felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. Although she knew this was just the beginning of their twisted relationship, she couldn't help but look forward to what the future held for them both.
