Toiletslaveanddommes - Deity Bastet and Faith - Facesitting in leather pants - front view

In a decadent world filled with scent of leather and lust, there exists a community of dominant goddesses and their devoted toiletslaves. Amongst them, Miss Deity Bastet reigned supreme. She was an entity of divine beauty and sultry allure, often found perched upon a throne of golden-hued porcelain, her long, toned legs wrapped in shiny black leather from toe to thigh. And today, before her, knelt Faith, her humble toiletslave, ready to serve his mistress in any way she desired.

Miss Bastet's gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of Faith's bowed head and trembling frame. She smiled, knowing she held absolute control over this pathetic creature. With a flick of her immaculately manicured finger, she commanded him to rise. Slowly, like a marionette on strings, Faith stood before her, his eyes locked upon the tantalizing vision of her high heels and sexy feet.

Heart racing in anticipation, Faith watched as Miss Bastet slowly removed one of her leather boots. She raised it high above her head before slowly lowering it onto the ground, leaning down to lace it up once more. The sound of the leather tightening against her skin was music to Faith's ears. His mistress' every movement was captured by him, stored in his memories like sacred relics. As she stood up again, Faith fell to his knees once more, this time burying his face into the soft leather of her boot.

A low chuckle rose from Miss Bastet's throat as she reached down and grasped handfuls of Faith's hair. With surprising strength, she pulled him upward until their faces were barely an inch apart. His breath mingled with hers, their bodies trembling from the overpowering rush of lust and submission. And then, without warning, Miss Bastet leaned forward and pressed her soft, luscious lips against Faith's, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of desire.

With a broken moan, Faith surrendered entirely to his mistress' will. His hands reached up, clawing at the smooth leather encasing her legs as he tugged at her pantyhose, needing to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. Miss Bastet smiled again, knowing that she had complete dominion over this pathetic creature before her. With a snap, she pulled away from him, stepping back to admire her work.

Faith's entire being shook with the force of his desire. His eyes never left the goddess standing before him, worshipping every inch of her perfect form. Miss Bastet reached to the back of her hair and removed her leather cap, shaking her head free of its confines. Long, silky strands of coal-black hair cascaded down around her like a living curtain. She called Faith to her once more, and he crawled obediently onto the marble floor, his nose inches from the woven threads of her pantyhose.

With a sultry smile, Miss Bastet grasped the waistband of her leather pants and slowly slid them down her hips, revealing the lacy black thong that hugged her sex like a second skin. Faith's mouth watered at the sight of his mistress' glistening folds, moist with anticipation. With a low, almost feral growl, Miss Bastet stepped onto the back of Faith's shoulders, grinding her hips against his face. Her skin tasted of vanilla and sweat, her scent filling every one of Faith's senses.

She ran her fingers through Faith's hair, holding his head to her throbbing sex as he worshiped her with long, languorous licks and nibbles. Every moan that escaped her lips only fueled his desire, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body. And then, without warning, Miss Bastet buckled down, grabbing onto Faith's hair with both hands as she let loose a torrent of orgasmic pleasure. Her body shuddered and shook, her thighs convulsing against Faith's face, as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Slowly, Miss Bastet leaned over Faith, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered her next command. 'Faith... I want you to take me in your mouth. All the way.' Her voice was a husky purr, filled with dark promises and forbidden desires. With trembling hands, Faith pushed back the lacy edges of his mistress' thong, opening himself up to the most intimate of acts. His tongue flicked out, tasting her once more before he lowered his mouth down, taking her in a deep, passionate kiss.

As Faith's tongue danced with hers, Miss Bastet's grip on his hair tightened, urging him on. She moaned softly, arching into his touch as he lapped at her swollen folds, teasing her with his teeth and tongue. And then, she pulled away, the sound of her zipper drawing Faith's gaze up to hers once more. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of his pants, tracing circles against his bulge before sliding down to his knees. With a low, throaty chuckle, Miss Bastet positioned herself above her toiletslave's face, pointing him towards her sex.

At her command, Faith leaned forward, taking Miss Bastet's sex into his mouth, his tongue probing delicately at her entrance. She groaned, arching her back as she sank further down onto Faith's face. Her hips moved in time with his ministrations, pushing him deeper into the warm, moist folds of her sex. And then, without warning, Miss Bastet reached down and grasped Faith's hair, pulling his head up to meet her gaze once more.

She leaned down, pressing her lips against his, their tongues tangling in a messy dance of dominance and submission. As her hips continued to move, Faith's hands found their places on her thighs, clawing at the smooth leather of her pants. Miss Bastet moaned softly against his lips, her breath hot against his skin. And then, she pulled away, her movements fluid and graceful as she stepped back from her toiletslave.

Faith looked up at his mistress, his heart pounding in his chest. She was the embodiment of sexuality and power, every inch of her radiating desire and control. With a soft growl, Miss Bastet unsheathed her strap-on, a menacing black cock standing tall before her. She grabbed Faith by the hair once again, pulling him to his feet before pushing him down onto his knees once more. And then, with a wicked smile, she lowered herself onto her toiletslave's face, her perfect ass tight in a pair of shiny black panties.

As Miss Bastet expertly rode Faith's face, using him for his tongue and mouth, she let loose a torrent of filthy words and moans. She ground against him, her hips undulating in a mesmerizing rhythm as she took him deep into her throes of pleasure. And then, with a final thrust, Miss Bastet let out a satisfied cry, her body trembling as she rode the coil of pleasure cresting within her.

With a wordless groan, Miss Bastet pulled away from Faith, her sweat-slicked body glistening in the dim light. She walked away, the sound of her heels echoing through the dark chamber as Faith remained on his hands and knees, his mouth watering for just one more taste of his mistress. And so it went, this dance of lust and power, reverberating through the corridors of a world far removed from reality - a world where everything revolved around the primal urges that lay hidden within the hearts of its inhabitants.