Under Your Throne: Your Filthy Piss Toy

You visit a club, a special kind of club that matches people with similar desires and you pick me...I still can't believe you did that. Out of everyone in the club, it was me you led upstairs...me you wanted kneeling and eager, stripped bare and trembling under your gaze. When you settled onto your throne, I was nothing but need and tongue and open desperation for your approval. You didn't let me touch, didn't let me look up...just kept me pinned under the queening stool, using my mouth for your pleasure, grinding down until you took everything you wanted. I could barely breathe, could only taste you, hear your praise and your laughter. When you let yourself go on me...first your orgasm, then more...I begged for every messy, filthy drop, desperate to be marked and owned by you. You made me yours with every command, every word, every second I spent helpless beneath you. I'd do it all again...anything, everything...for you, Miss.