Toilet Slaves Scatology - She Dominates & Pees All Over Me! - Part 2

In Part 1, Sarah had established herself as my dominating Mistress, forcing me into a life of toilet slavery. After being relieved of my clothes, I was made to kneel before her, my eyes fixed on her perfect ass. When she was ready, she sat down on the toilet, her divine smile indicating that she would finally satisfy her need. With each powerful stream of piss, she watched me intensely, enjoying the way it made me squirm and beg. Eventually, satisfied with her release, she stood up and presented me with her used toilet paper. I knew my next task would be to clean up her mess, but for now, I was left to say: "Thank you, Mistress. You are so beautiful when you pee."

Flushed with success, Sarah turned her attention to further humiliating her toilet slave. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her puddle of urine, revealing a pair of sharp-heeled boots that made my cock twitch. She took a seat on the edge of the tub and crossed her legs, leaning back casually. "Now, toilet slave," she purred, "I want you to come over here and lick the sharp heels of my boots."

I scrambled to my feet, my cock still swollen and aching for release. I approached my Mistress timidly, kneeling at her feet and reaching up to touch the boots that adorned her perfect legs. Her boots were soft and supple against my skin, but there was an undeniable edge to them that threatened pain if I was not careful. I placed my tongue against the heel of one boot and drew it slowly up the length of her foot, feeling the soft hairs tickling my taste buds. I repeated the process with the other boot, ensuring that every inch of her feet was thoroughly worshipped.

Satisfied with my work, Sarah slid off the tub and stood in front of me. She placed her hands on her hips, her chest heaving slightly with the effort of controlling her arousal. "Now, toilet slave," she said, her voice taking on a newfound edge of command, "you will make yourself even more pathetic by rubbing your cock and balls between my feet."

I didn't hesitate. I knelt before her, opening my legs wide in submission. Sarah stepped forward, placing one foot gently on my thigh before pressing down firmly, pinning me in place. Her foot pressed against my shaft, arching up towards her other foot. I reached up with both hands, placing them on her other foot. With a slow, sensuous thrust, I moved her foot back and forth, rubbing my aching cock and balls between her soft, inviting feet. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but I knew better than to disobey my Mistress. I continued to pleasure myself between her feet, grunting and moaning as the pleasure built inside me. My cock throbbed with each movement, threatening to explode with unfulfilled need. I could feel my cum building up inside me, ready to be released at my Mistress's command.