Toiletslaveanddommes - Deity Bastet and Faith - Facesitting in leather pants - side angle

In this intense session, Miss Deity Bastet, the alluring goddess of toilets, commanded her faithful toilet slave, Faith, to kneel before her exquisite leather-clad legs. She instructed him to worship her high heels and feet, showering them with kisses and adoration. Despite his obedience, Miss Bastet grew impatient with Faith's subservience. With a cruel smile, she removed her shoes, revealing her bare feet clad in soft, silky stockings that shimmered tantalizingly in the light. "Now," she hissed, "I want you to show your devotion by engaging in a facesitting session."

Faith hesitated for a moment, unsure of what awaited him. However, the fearful glance he dared to steal at Miss Bastet was enough to paralyze him as she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him onto her lap. "Remember, my little toilet slave," she purred, her breath hot against Faith's cheek, "it is your duty to please me." And with that, she forced his head between her gigantic thighs, positioning his face directly between her plump, inviting ass cheeks.

As Faith squirmed uncomfortably, trying to adjust to his new position, Miss Bastet took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head, forcing him to remain in an uncomfortable position. She hummed in pleased as she sank deeper into the pillows, creating a perfect cushion for Faith's head. She leaned back, grinning, waiting for Faith's reaction. And soon enough, he began to struggle, his face turning a deep shade of red from the suffocating pressure and intense smell of her musky warmth.

Miss Bastet chuckled darkly, her breasts heaving against Faith's chest. "Oh, my little toilet slave," she cooed, her voice dripping with malice. "You are no match for me." And with that, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding her body against Faith's face. Her massive breasts jiggled enticingly in front of Faith's eyes, dangling tantalizingly close to his mouth. But it was her sweaty, pulsating crotch that held his attention captive, the sweet scent of her arousal intoxicating him.

With each erratic movement, Miss Bastet buried Faith deeper into her voluptuous curves, his nose grazing against the soft hairs of her pussy. She laughed maniacally as she watched Faith struggle against the overwhelming desire to taste her flesh and breathe in her intoxicating scent. Yet she remained steadfast, determined to show Faith who held the power in their relationship.

As the facesitting session continued, Miss Bastet grew bolder, digging her nails into Faith's scalp as she ground her hips into his face. She let out a moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue dart out to lick the sweet sweat beading on her thighs. His actions served only to incite her further, and she responded by planting her heel firmly on his chest, pinning him down even further.

By now, Faith was completely breathless, his entire being consumed by the sensual torment that Miss Bastet had subjected him to. As if reading his thoughts, she smiled wickedly and removed her heel from his chest, only to thrust her foot forward, forcing it into his mouth. She groaned with pleasure as he began to suckle on her toes, his tongue dancing around her foot like a hungry lover.

Finally sated, Miss Bastet removed her foot from Faith's mouth, leaving him gasping for air. She leaned forward, her breasts hovering just above his face. "See, Faith?" she whispered menacingly. "You are nothing but my plaything, my toilet slave. And I will continue to use you as I please, until you learn your place."

With that, she rose from the chair, towering over Faith like a goddess. She turned her back on him, her ass cheeks glistening temptingly in the light. "On your feet, toilet slave," she commanded, her voice echoing through the room. "It is time for another lesson."