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"Bedtime story time, slave," the stern mistress begins, her heels clicking on the cold tile floor. She's dressed in latex, her curves accentuated by the tight material. Her slave, bound and gagged, kneels at her feet, awaiting his nightly ritual. She leads him to the toilet, his leash attached to the handle. "First, you'll learn to worship the throne." She makes him kiss the seat, the bowl, his face pressing against the cool porcelain. Then, she sits, her skirt hiking up, revealing her glistening pussy. "Now, lick, slave. Clean me." He obeys, his tongue servile, his eyes locked on her dominant gaze. After she's satisfied, she pees, making him drink from the bowl. "Drink, slave. It's good for you." He gags but swallows. Next, she binds him to the toilet, his arms and legs spread, his body taut. She strokes his cock, brings him to the edge, then stops. "Not yet, slave. You'll learn patience." She leaves him there, his body aching, his cock throbbing, until morning.