Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Luxury bathroom cleaning - Full HD version 1080p

In the luxurious bathroom of my imperial suite, there is a chaise longue for sensory relaxation and the sauna. As I go to the bathroom, I can't help but admire my toned and seductive body in the mirror. However, as I approach the chaise longue, I notice something out of place. Someone has dared to take a relaxing break without my permission!

My anger starts to boil as I realize the audacity of this slave. How dare he think he could just relax in my presence? Clearly, he needs to be taught a lesson. Without saying a word, I grab the showerhead and begin spraying him down like he's a dirty piece of furniture that needs cleaning.

The water cascades over his body, washing away any trace of relaxation he might have felt. He whimpers under my relentless assault, but I pay him no mind. He doesn't deserve any consideration. After all, he's nothing more than a useless tool to me.

Once I'm satisfied that he's received enough of a "cleaning," I move on to the next step in my plan. I raise my hovering buttocks over his face, preparing to relieve myself into his waiting mouth. And relieve myself I do–my powerful stream of urine fills his mouth and almost chokes him, but he manages to swallow it all down.

Oblivious to his discomfort, I continue pissing into his face, my stream hitting his nose and cheeks. The stench of my pee is intoxicating, but to him, it's just an unpleasant scent that he'll have to endure. I'm sure he'll get used to it soon enough.

As I'm done pissing, I step aside and let him catch his breath. He coughs and splutters, trying to expel the last bits of my urine from his mouth. He looks up at me, eyes full of fear and respect. Clearly, he understands his place now. He's nothing more than a toilet for me to use whenever I please.

I command him to stand up, and he does so slowly. I grab the showerhead again and begin rinsing him off, washing away any trace of my piss from his skin. This time, though, I don't stop there. I continue rinsing him until his entire body is squeaky clean, down to the last inch.

Once I'm satisfied that he's had enough water, I step back and allow him to dry off. He stumbles over to the towel rack, still reeling from the experience he's been through. As he wraps the towel around his waist, I approach him again, my gaze never leaving his face.

I grab his face in my hand and bring my mouth close to his ear. "You know what happens to cl-?" I start to say, but he cuts me off with a nod, his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, Mistress." He whispers, trembling.

"Good boy." I whisper back, releasing his face. I pivot on my heel and walk back towards the mirror, adjusting my outfit. I can feel his gaze on me as I do so, but I pay him no mind. He's nothing more than a tool to me, and that's all he'll ever be.

As I leave the bathroom, I hear him on the chaise longue, trying to come to terms with what just happened. I can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he'll never forget this lesson. And as long as he continues to displease me, he'll continue to receive "punishments" like these.