Toilet Slaves Scatology - Toilet boy awaits!

Bradley was pacing nervously in the bathroom, his heart beating rapidly in anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety as he waited for his Mistress, Jenna, to arrive. She had invited him here to clean up after her; she always did. But this time was different. This time, he was going to be her personal toilet slave. As he heard the door opening, he steeled himself and took up his position in front of the toilet bowl. His Mistress walked in, her stiletto heels clicking on the tile floor, and gave him a look that made his blood run cold. She was wearing a skimpy black bikini bottom that barely contained her round ass and full breasts, her blonde hair tousled from her evening out. "Toilet boy," she growled, taking her spot in front of a urinal. "Are you ready to serve?" Bradley swallowed hard and nodded, his gaze fixed on the crotch of her panties. His cock stirred in his pants as he watched, anticipation mixing with his desire to please her. As he saw the first drops of piss hit the urinal, he felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. This was it. He was going to make his Mistress happy, no matter what it took. She finished her business and turned to face him, her hand resting on her hip as she appraised him. "Well, toilet boy," she said, her voice low and sultry. "What are you waiting for? Come and clean me up." Bradley moved forward, his knees slightly shaking as he knelt down in front of her. He reached out hesitantly, his fingers grazing against the warm, wet folds of her panties. His breath caught in his throat as he finally made contact with her pussy, feeling the sticky wetness of her arousal against his fingertips. He raised his head, his eyes locked on hers, and began to clean her thoroughly, using his tongue to lap up every last drop of her juices. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of submission and pride. He was hers, completely and utterly. And he loved every minute of it. He felt her hands in his hair, guiding him as he licked and teased her clit with his tongue, and he knew he was doing the right thing. Finally, after what felt like hours, she groaned and pushed him away, her legs shaking slightly. "That's enough for now, toilet boy," she said, though the smile on her lips belied her words. "But don't think you're off the hook. I'll be back for more later." With that, she turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Bradley kneeling on the cold tile floor, his cock standing straight up in his pants. He watched as the door clicked shut behind her, his mind racing with thoughts of their next encounter. Whatever it was, he knew one thing for sure - he was hers, completely and utterly.