Confessions of A Watersport Queen
The Goddess had been forewarned that toilet features would be visiting her today by her maid. Since she had been told, she had been constantly drinking water. She had over the years stretched her bladder and found water sports entertaining to say the least. Toilet features had been her slave for a few years, and had earned his name for obvious reasons.
The Goddess was prepared by her maid, and was waiting in her chambers. The maid knocked on the door and brought the slave in on his knees, he was carrying a rubber neck collar. The Goddess was sitting on the crossbeam of her stocks, a light shining behind her, silhouetting her PVC clad form. She looked at the naked slave and laughed loudly. She could see how excited he was at seeing her. She told the slave to fetch his special collar to her, on his knees. The slave quickly crawled to the feet of the Goddess, and took position on his knees.
He had learnt that he must follow the rules of this cruel Goddess that he worshiped so much and he must allow easy access at all times to his crutch. This meant sitting on his heels, with his knees wide apart. He learnt that he must never look at anything but the Goddess’s glorious boots unless told to. So he looked at her boot clad feet licking his lips in anticipation, this was part of the ritual that the Goddess insisted on, he must get it right. The Goddess was tapping the toes of her boots on the wooden step, with a smile on her face, knowing that the slave would not dare to look up.
She stood up and walked around the slave, inspecting him from all angles. She grunted her approval, but then bent quickly to grab the chin of the slave and forced him to look up. Look me in the eyes slave, I want to see you for what you are, my toilet slave. She looked deep into his eyes and noticed a little shiver running through his body, and smiled. Open your mouth, slave, I wish to inspect the pipe work of my toilet. The slave obediently opened his mouth, and waited for the next order, which came after a few seconds. The Goddess told the slave to work the water gate, and the slave moved his tongue around. The Goddess smiled and dropped his chin; the slave immediately looked down again. The Goddess stepped back onto the stocks and told the slave to present her his collar.
The slave inched his way towards her and with both hands held up flat, side by side, presented the collar to his Goddess. The Goddess took note of the position that he was in and how he held the collar up to her and smiled. She told the slave to look at her, to drink up her beauty while she was deciding whether to accept the offering to her. The slave’s eyes slide up the sight of his dark haired Goddess and he groaned with the not knowing if she would play with him today. The Goddess suddenly reached forward and took the collar from the slave’s hand. She then gave the command for him to move back a few feet and hold his position, with his arms down.
When the slave had done this, she stood and walked up to the slave, she squatted down and placed the collar around his neck, while telling him that he was now known as toilet face, and that he would have no choice but to follow her every command. Today she was to named the Ultimate One, for her bladder was incredibly full. She also told him how he would be used. He was her toilet, and it was all he deserved. He secretly knew that was all he wanted. He loved the sight of her standing over him, the amber nectar showering his cock, the smell of it as she walked towards his head, showering as she walked. He knew that he lived for this experience. She was his Queen, he was here to serve.
The Ultimate One fixed a lead to the collar, and dragged toilet face behind her over towards her chair in the corner. She told him he would worship her boots while she was deciding if his tongue would be used as her toilet paper today. The slave crawled as fast as he could and immediately took the position of sitting on his heels and waited for the command to lift her booted foot to his mouth. When given the order to worship her boots he lent down and kissed both toes of her boots and lifted one of them to his mouth. Toilet face knew that if he worshiped the heels correctly he would be rewarded, hopefully with a small drink as he was thirsty. The slave was fastidious in his efforts to please the Ultimate One, he sucked the heel down his throat until he was choking and gagging and he was massaging his Goddess’s ankle at the same time.
The Goddess smiled at him, the noisy slave with all his groaning and slurping was behaving well today. He was fully trained to her needs and eager to please. She told him to worship the other one after a few moments and watched him gently and carefully place her foot back on the ground, and pick the other up. She told him to look into her eyes while he was sucking her next heel, she wanted to see his humiliation. She wanted to watch him squirm with the waiting. As the slave placed the heel in her mouth, she pulled on the lead to ensure he went deeper and laughed at the inevitable gag reflex that he had. The Goddess noticed that he was not massaging her ankle, and placed the other boot against his hard cock, she used the heel of her boot to grind into his now dripping cock, he instantly knew how he had failed her, and began to massage the ankle with plenty of vigour. He did not like pain. She laughed at his actions and sat back, I think I will keep you there for a while longer toilet face, because as you know, if you don’t serve me correctly, you will not have what you want and need. This has been made very clear to you on many occasions. The slave started to shake, he was trying very hard to please the Ultimate One, his efforts were always lacking. He mumbled an apology, without daring to remove the heel from his mouth. After what seems an age, he was told to place her foot back on the floor and crawl to the stool, The Ultimate One leading the way, jerking his lead viciously. When she arrived, at the stool, toilet features was told to sit on the floor and lean his head back, for the Ultimate One needed to release some of her piss. She straddled across him and inched forward until she was just in front of his face; she looked down into the eyes of toilet face and told him how much she was going to enjoy using her toilet. She opened the zip of her cat suit and placed herself just out of reach and smiled into his eyes. The Ultimate One said to toilet features that he may now open his mouth to receive the necessary fluid of life. Toilet features did as requested eagerly and waited for the warm fluid to start to come, and he held the Ultimate Ones ankles in appreciation. The Ultimate One released her fluids very slowly and as she did this she told the slave not to waste a drop. The slave obediently drank the fluid, honouring his Queen of water sports. Unfortunately the Ultimate One stopped after a moment, and told him to lick the PVC clean as a small amount had started to trickle down the leg of her cat suit. He enjoyed doing this a little too much and it showed in his eagerness to impress her. It was too late, she had noticed.
Now you are to crawl to the buzzer and call for the maid toilet features, for she will prepare the area for your shower. The maid knocked almost instantly on the door, and entered when told and looked at toilet features with a smile on her face. The Ultimate One ordered her to spread the rubber sheet on the floor and wait at the head of it. She turned to the slave and told him that he would now not be allowed to touch himself while being showered as he had been thinking of his own pleasure, not the pleasure of the Ultimate One, while licking the PVC clad thighs clean. The slave was disappointed by this, but understood that this was how the Ultimate One wished to punish his worthless body today.
When the maid had finished, she stood waiting at the head of the sheet, and giggled. Do you need me for anything else Goddess, she asked. The Goddess ignored her and jerked the lead of toilet features and pointed to the rubber sheet, crawl on your worthless hands and knees to the sheet, lie in the centre and raise your hands above your head, flat on the floor. Toilet features did this immediately, aware that he had raised the tempers of the Queen, and wished to try and make amends for his serious error. When he was laying on the sheet in the correct position, the Ultimate One looked at the maid and told her to stand on his wrists, so that he could not move. This would ensure that he could not touch himself and have any pleasure, for this act was to be pleasurable for the Goddess, not the slave. When this was done, she walked to the thighs of the slave and stood with a leg on either side of him. You are about to receive the reviving waters of your Goddess, the Ultimate One, slave…
The Ultimate One slowly opened her bladder, and started to walk open legged, towards the crutch of the slave and hovered above it, all the time showering him with her golden nectar and looking down into his eyes. She halted the flow of her shower and bent down to look closely into toilet features eyes, if you want more, you will have to beg for it I think. Toilet features, replied that his life was not worth living if he did not receive the nectar directly from his Queen, the Ultimate One. It was the necessary fluid of life. It gave him hope and humiliation all rolled into one, and he craved it all of the time. He pleaded with a whining note to his voice. The Ultimate One stood and relaxed her bladder again and travelled up to his chest and stopped the flow once more. She told toilet features that he was about to have his face washed in his Goddesses goodness, and she laughed as she pushed her hips forward and bent her knees, as the flow started, she wriggled her hips to each side, and back and forth covering the slave. Toilet features spluttered and wriggled trying to move his hands, but the maid stood firmly in her position, and held him in place. When the Ultimate One thought that toilet features was well and truly covered, she stopped the flow for the last time. She bent down and grabbed the hair of toilet features and yanked his head upwards, placing herself right over his mouth. I have saved the best till last slave, you will either gulp my essence down, or drown in my piss, is that clear slave? She yanked his head in an up and down movement as if he was agreeing, and smiled.
The Ultimate One opened her bladder completely and released her hot piss as fast as she could, she enjoyed listening to toilet features drinking as fast as he could and then she enjoyed the rising panic as he could not keep up with the flow. He was starting to choke. She hissed at him, to drink every drop or drown, but as soon as she said this her flow began to slow and then drip. The toilet murmured his thanks and offered to clean her PVC with his tongue, as he was well aware that he had not followed the ritual to the letter and his tongue would not be used as toilet paper.
The Ultimate One stood and turned around to look at his straining cock, bent down and gave it one very hard slap. The Ultimate One told the maid to get off of his hands and blind fold the useless toilet thing. She waited until he was blindfolded and then walked to her stocks and sat with her legs wide apart, still warm and wet from the generous shower she had just provided. You may lick the calf’s of my suit slave, but not the thigh, and you will do this by feel only, but only if you can find me before I get bored . . .
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