Toiletslaveanddommes - Goddess Ambra and Faith - piss drinking with my human toilet

In a lavish bathroom, Goddess Ambra stood before her human toilet, Faith. She was dressed in a silky red robe that hugged her voluptuous figure, contrasting with the coldness of the tiles and the sterility of the room. She smirked, taking in the sight of Faith, kneeling at her feet, his head bowed in submission. "Now, Faith," she purred, running her fingers through her long, blonde hair, "I think it's time for you to earn your place as my toilet." Faith trembled, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He knew better than to protest; the whip in her hand served as a constant reminder of her power over him. "T-tell me what you want me to do, Mistress," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I want you to clean my feet, toilet," she commanded, lifting one bare foot to the height of Faith's nose. He eagerly pressed his lips against her soft, supple skin, inhaling her delicate scent as he used his tongue to massage her arch. Slowly, she lifted the other foot, allowing him to worship each inch before moving on. Finally, she motioned for him to stand up, placing one hand on his cheek in a possessive manner. He couldn't help but lean into her touch, longing for more. "Now, toilet," she began, "I want you to clean up my little mess. Go ahead, lick that filth from the toilet bowl." She nodded towards the toilet, a wicked gleam in her eye. Faith hesitated, the scent of her piss filling his nostrils. But he knew better than to refuse; reluctantly, he approached the toilet and got down on his knees. With trembling hands, he reached out to the wet, cold rim, lifting it up to his lips. He closed his eyes, savoring the bitter yet arousing taste of her piss as it trickled down his throat. His cock stirred at the thought of pleasing his Mistress, despite the humiliation of his task. Slowly, he began lapping up every last drop, making sure the toilet was squeaky clean for her. When he was finished, he stood up, awaiting her next command. Ambra walked over to the vanity, her reflection showing off her naked backside to Faith. She picked up a cigarette, her fingers dancing across the fine, lacey lingerie she wore beneath her robe. "Toilet," she called out, turning around to face him. "Come over here and smoke with me." Her eyes glinted with a playful mischief. Faith approached hesitantly, unsure of what was going to happen next. But as he got closer, he noticed the ashtray filled with cigarette butts on the vanity. He swallowed nervously, anticipating his new task. "What would you like me to do, Mistress?" Ambra smiled, running her fingers through her hair once more. "Why don't you show me how good of a human ashtray you truly are, toilet?" She leaned over the vanity, blowing a perfect smoke ring into the air. "Why don't you stick that pretty tongue out and catch it?" Faith knew there was no escaping his Mistress's commands. He leaned forward, extending his tongue towards the smoke ring. It danced around his face before finally settling on his tongue, its sweet and smoky flavor filling his mouth. As he savored the taste, he glanced up at Ambra, excitement and anticipation clear in his eyes. "Very good, toilet," she praised, leaning back against the vanity. "Now be a good little ashtray and clean up my mess." She pointed towards the ashes in the ashtray. Without hesitation, Faith knelt down in front of the ashtray, opening his mouth wide. One by one, Ambra dropped cigarette butts into his mouth, filling it up with her discarded smoke. He closed his lips around the butts, sucking them clean before spitting out the ashes into a nearby trashcan. Slowly, Ambra stood up, taking a step back to admire her work. His face was covered in a sheen of sweat, his breathing labored from all the smoking. "That's a good little toilet," she purred, giving him a gentle pat on the head. "But it's time for you to pay me back for all those cigarettes you've been smoking." Faith's heart sank; he knew what was coming next. Still kneeling, he looked up at Ambra, awaiting her next command. Ambra gestured towards the bathtub with her cigarette. "I think you know what you have to do, toilet," she said, walking over to the tub. "But remember, you're doing this for me. And I need my toilet to be extra clean." With a devious grin, she stepped into the bathtub, taking a seat and spreading her legs invitingly. Faith knew there was no escaping his fate. He walked over to the tub, hesitating for a moment before lowering himself into the water. As he rose up between Ambra's legs, his cock thick and ready against his abdomen, he closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come. Slowly, he began licking the sweet juices sitting at the entrance of Ambra's tight pussy, savoring the taste of his Mistress's body. With each slow, sensual lick, he felt himself drawing closer to orgasm; he couldn't help but crave more of her taste, needing to please her above all else. As he grazed his tongue against her sensitive flesh, Ambra let out a soft moan, arching her back in pleasure. "Oh baby," she breathed, running her fingers through his hair. "You always know just how to make your Mistress feel good." Finally, Faith couldn't take it anymore; with one last, vigorous lick, he shot his hot, salty load into Ambra's pussy, crying out in ecstasy as he did so. He rested his forehead against her shiny, wet mound, panting heavily from the effort. Ambra leaned back against the tub, drawling in a long, slow drag from her cigarette. "Ah, toilet," she murmured, a satisfied smile curling her lips. "You always know just how to make me feel alive." She nodded towards the cigarette butts still sticking out from between Faith's lips. "Why don't you go ahead and swallow the rest of those now?" Faith opened his mouth, reaching down to pluck out the last few cigarette butts. As he swallowed them, one by one, he knew that he would do anything for his Mistress - even if it meant staying locked in the bathroom forever. The End