Femdom Austria - Golden Shower 114

Bobby lay on his back, his heart racing as he awaited the arrival of his Mistress, Princess Kirstin. The room was dimly lit, and the scent of her perfume filled the air, mingling with a hint of his own submission. He could feel the cold hardness of a toilet seat against his lips and the rough texture of an ashtray pressed into his forehead. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened, and there she stood. Tall and elegant, wearing a full-length evening gown that left little to the imagination. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she approached, her hand brushing against his cheek in a possessive caress. "Hello, my little toilet," she purred, her voice like velvet. Bobby couldn't help but whimper in response. He had been trained well to serve as both a human toilet and ashtray for the Princess, but the thought of disobeying her in any way brought about a fear that made his stomach churn. "Mistress," he whispered, his voice quivering. She smiled coldly, holding out her shimmering silver dildo. "Let's begin," she said, her tone stern. "First things first. Open wide for your mistress." With a shudder of excitement and dread, Bobby parted his lips, revealing the toilet seat lodged in his mouth. He closed his eyes, bracing himself as he felt the cold metal brush against his tongue and the insides of his cheeks. A stream of warm, golden piss flowed into his mouth, filling him up as he sucked it in, unable to swallow. When she was done, Princess Kirstin stepped back, grinning. "That's a good boy," she praised, her gaze moving to the ashtray on his forehead. Slowly, she reached down and picked up a cigarette, flicking it casually against his forehead before placing it in his mouth. The warmth of her breath against his skin was a reminder of who was in control. "Now," she said, her voice softening slightly, "it's time for a real treat. You know what to do." Bobby nodded, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and using it to light the Princess's next cigarette. As he inhaled the smoke deeply, filling his lungs with its sweet, smoky flavor, he felt a sense of purpose wash over him. He was here to serve, to please, to be her loyal subject in every way possible. When she was finally ready, Princess Kirstin took hold of his hair, lifting his head off the floor until their eyes met. She never seemed to tire of using him in this way, and Bobby couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly he fit into her world. "That's enough of that," she said, removing the ashtray from his forehead. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, her warm, wet folds pressing against his mouth. She began to ride him, her hips grinding against his lips and tongue as she moaned in pleasure. He could feel her growing more and more intense, the walls of her sex beginning to squeeze and pulse against his face. With a cry, Princess Kirstin climaxed, her muscles throbbing as she rode out the wave of pleasure. Finally, she pulled away, sitting back on her heels to catch her breath. "That's it, my toilet," she said softly, running her fingers through his hair. "You've done an excellent job." Bobby couldn't help but feel a rush of pride at her words, even as he licked the remnants of her juices from his lips. They were bound together now, in a twisted dance of power and submission that he couldn't imagine ever living without. As he lay there, exhausted but satisfied, he knew that this was the life he had chosen, and he would serve his Mistress with every fiber of his being.