Mistress Mystique - Urgence Toilet Paper

Mistress Mystique looked at her slave impatiently as she placed a roll of toilet paper in front of him. "I'm in quite the urgent situation," she said, her tone cold and demanding. "There's something stuck up my ass that just won't come out. It almost feels like... a part of you. So," she paused, arching an eyebrow, "either you get to use your tongue to clean it out for me, or I'll have to find another way to relieve myself." The slave, terrified but aroused, quickly knelt before her. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants as he stared at Mistress Mystique's perfect ass, scented with her musky perfume. He wondered what kind of mess he had gotten himself into. Mistress Mystique gazed down at him, her stern expression unwavering. "Now listen carefully," she said, her voice low and menacing. "I want you to treat my anus with respect. No rough movements, no biting or spitting. And most importantly, no touching yourself unless I give you permission." With that, she lowered her panties, revealing her puckered backdoor to him. The slave took a deep breath and leaned forward, slowly putting his tongue against the opening. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. "Go on," Mistress Mystique snapped, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little bit of poo?" She laughed cruelly, daring him to continue. Feeling his face flush with embarrassment, the slave pushed his tongue further into her ass, feeling the warmth envelop him as he explored this new territory. He could feel the tension in Mistress Mystique's body begin to ease as he worked his tongue around, seeking out and teasing any hidden pleasure spots within her tight anus. "That's it," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "You're doing great, slave." As he continued to serve her, the slave couldn't help but imagine what else Mistress Mystique might have in store for him. He wondered if she would ever let him taste her pussy, or if he would always be devoted to pleasuring her ass alone. For now, he was content to focus on the task at hand, pressing his tongue deeper into her rear as she moaned softly in approval. After several minutes of intense stimulation, Mistress Mystique finally sat up, beckoning him closer. "You've done well, slave," she said, reaching down between them to grab his throbbing cock through his pants. "But there's more I want from you." And with that, she leaned forward, positioning his erection at her tight asshole. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue, slave," she growled, her voice low and husky. "Make me feel your hot cum shooting up my ass, as if it were your cock." The slave could feel her sphincter tighten around his tongue, milking him relentlessly as he thrust in and out of her ass. It was a strange sensation, but an incredibly erotic one. He moaned in surrender as Mistress Mystique began to ride him, his tongue becoming her personal fucktoy as she relived the urgency in her anus. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of relentless stimulation, Mistress Mystique could hold back no longer. "Oh fuck yes," she cried out, arching her back as she came hard on his tongue. And then, as suddenly as it had started, she pulled away, leaving him gaping and wanting more. But she just flashed him a smirk and walked away, leaving him kneeling on the floor with a sticky mess all over his face. The slave couldn't believe what had just happened. He had never experienced anything like it before. But as he wiped the remaining toilet paper off his face, he knew one thing for sure: he would do absolutely anything Mistress Mystique asked of him, no matter how bizarre or humiliating. Because the power she held over him was unmatched, and the pleasure he felt when he was at her mercy was unparalleled.