As Lady Bardot finished her business and stood up, her gaze fell upon the pathetic form of Slave Bodo, lying prostrate beneath her. His eyes were filled with adoration and fear as he looked up at her, anticipating his next order.
Grinning wickedly, Lady Bardot cracked her knuckles and walked over to him, sinking one foot into his chest, pushing him down further onto the cold, hard floor. He gasped in pain and surprise but said nothing as she towered over him.
"Well, well. It seems that you've been a very good little toilet for me today," she purred in a sinister whisper, reaching down with her other foot to splay his ass cheeks apart.
Slave Bodo remained silent, his breathing shallow as he braced himself for what was to come next. However, Lady Bardot didn't make him wait long before she began to undress him slowly, her eyes intent on every movement she made.
"Strip... that's it," she commanded softly, running her hands over his body as he shivered in anticipation beneath her touch. He could feel the heat emanating from her skin as she traced patterns across his chest and abdomen, feeling the muscles beneath his skin twitching in response to her touch.
Once he was completely naked, Lady Bardot made him lie down on his back again, kneeling over him as she positioned herself between his legs. "You know," she began softly, running her fingers carefully through his pubic hair, "you really are quite good at this. Maybe I'll make you my personal toilet from now on?"
Before he could respond, she pressed her thumb against his anus, pushing gently but firmly. He arched his back in pain as she continued, forcing her way past his sphincter. "See? You're already prepared for me."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "But just in case you need further training... I think I'll fuck you now."
Without further warning, she thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on his helpless cock. He cried out in pain mixed with desire, feeling every inch of her body weight upon him, suffocating him beneath her.
"That's it, slave. Take every inch of me," she growled, beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm that was both punishing and erotic. Her hands roamed freely over his body, pinching and caressing as she pleased, making him revel in both pleasure and pain.
Slave Bodo closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through him as she picked up the pace, pounding into him with increasing fervor. He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to please her with his orgasm even as he writhed in agony beneath her.
Finally, with one last powerful thrust, Lady Bardot cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she rode him to the peak of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, her sweat dripping onto his skin as she panted to catch her breath.
"That was... amazing," she murmured softly, kissing his chest before slowly lifting herself off him. She smiled down at him, a cruel smile that sent shivers down his spine.
"Still think you're just a toilet, slave?" she asked mockingly, tugging on his nipples playfully. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and awe.
"No, mistress," he whispered, keeping his voice low so as not to anger her.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair as she prepared to leave him once again. "Now get ready for your next lesson."
