Mistress Mystique - Mistress Says So

Submitted by: Loraline101 Mistress Mystique, a dominant and confident woman, ruled over her toilet slave with an iron fist. The slave referred to as "you" was completely under her control. Mistress Mystique's words were law, and she made sure the toilet slave understood that. One day, while the toilet slave was performing his duties of cleaning the mistress's chamber pot, she approached him and informed him that she had something very important to tell him. She instructed him to kneel before her and look up at her with pleading eyes. "You are my toilet, and you will be used as such, from now till eternity," Mistress Mystique declared. The slave's heart racing, he nodded frantically in agreement. She continued, slipping into a hypnotic tone, "I am the one in charge. All you do is obey me. Worship me. Serve me. There is no choice for you." As she spoke, she ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, entrancing him further. "Oh yes, my mistress," the toilet slave replied in a trance-like state. Feeling emboldened by his submission, Mistress Mystique smiled cruelly and commanded, "Clean yourself up properly, my toilet. I want you presentable before you take on your new role." The slave nodded, his cock twitching at the thought of what was to come. He rose unsteadily, avoiding eye contact with his mistress as he made his way to the washbasin. There, he splashed water on his face and lifted his shirt to expose his chest, ready for whatever punishment or degradation she might have in store for him. As he returned to his knees, trembling with anticipation, Mistress Mystique approached him slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She towered over him, the scent of her perfume filling his nose as she leaned down and whispered menacingly into his ear, "Remember, toilet slave... you are my toilet." The toilet slave couldn't help but shudder with excitement at the thought of being completely owned by his mistress. He felt her hand reach down between his legs and grab his cock roughly, squeezing it hard. She was testing his limit, seeing just how much he could endure for her pleasure. "Your ass is mine now," Mistress Mystique purred as she turned around, her voluptuous behind facing the toilet slave. With one last look of defiance, the slave knew what he had to do. He stood up, positioning himself behind his mistress, and leaned in close to her naked cheeks. "Mistress says so," he murmured before lowering his head and taking his first taste of her perfect roundness. The toilet slave's tongue explored every inch of his new mistress's ass, worshiping her body as if it were a sacred temple. He knew that from now on, his life belonged to Mistress Mystique, and he would do anything she commanded. The room was silent except for the sounds of the toilet slave's slurping and his mistress's moans of pleasure. It was a symphony of servitude, and the toilet slave couldn't be happier to be its conductor. As he continued to clean his mistress's asshole with his tongue, he silently thanked her for giving him this chance to serve her in the most intimate way possible. The story goes on, describing how Mistress Mystique trained her toilet slave in various forms of anal play, including using a dildo on him while he worships her ass. She also used him to engage in anal sex with other men who visited her chambers. The story ends with Mistress Mystique deciding to keep the toilet slave as her personal anal toy for life, never allowing him to be with a woman.