Mistress Ann - locked bastard in the toilet

As the warm sensation of Mistress Ann's urine streamed against his locked cock, Jack felt a rush of both pleasure and shame. He was completely at the mercy of his Mistress, forced to endure her toilet use as part of his punishment for a past transgression.

The cold metal of the toilet seat pressed uncomfortably against his naked lower back, adding an extra level of humiliation to his predicament. He could feel every single involuntary spasm in his cock as Mistress's stream hit it, sending waves of electrifying sensations shooting through his body.

Jack couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to feel Mistress's warm piss filling his belly instead of just splashing against his locked cock. The thought made his stomach flip with both excitement and anticipation.

Mistress Ann, oblivious to Jack's thoughts, finished her business and slowly lowered her puckered asshole onto the toilet seat. A soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she felt the pressure release from her anal muscles.

She stood up, shaking her hips slightly to dislodge any remaining drops of water from her anus. Jack couldn't help but feel the warmth and wetness emanating from her slit as she swayed back and forth in front of him.

With a smirk on her lips, Mistress Ann reached behind her and grabbed hold of Jack's chin, forcing him to look up into her eyes. "Enjoy that?" she purred, her fingers digging into his flesh.

Jack tried to pull away but the harsh grip on his chin kept him immobile. "R-Really, Mistress? You do that to me?" he stuttered, his mind reeling from the intensity of the emotions she evoked within him.

Mistress Ann chuckled darkly, squeezing his face gently before letting go. "Oh yes, my toilet slave. You will learn to love every single second of your punishment." She stepped away from him, leaving him alone in his thoughts once again.

The silence in the room was deafening, only broken by the occasional drip of water from Mistress Ann's body. Jack's mind raced with possibilities, wondering what kind of torments she had in store for him next. One thing was for sure - he was completely under her control, and there was no telling where his journey as her toilet slave would take him.

As he felt his cock begin to soften in anticipation of the inevitable release from its prison, Jack couldn't help but pray that this was only the beginning of their twisted relationship. Because for all of the shame, humiliation, and pain he endured, there was something undeniably thrilling about being Mistress Ann's toilet slave. And he couldn't wait to see what dark depths she would take him to next.