Diana sat on the toilet, her bottom slightly raised in anticipation. Her asshole was tight and puckered, ready for the impact of the slave's eager tongue. She glanced over at him, nodding to indicate he should begin.
He knelt between her legs, his faceache dull and familiar by now. His cheeks were sore from all the times they'd been pressed against her ass, and his lips felt raw from the hot stream of piss that had gushed through them. But he didn't hesitate; he opened his mouth wide and pressed his tongue against her anus.
Diana gritted her teeth as the invasion began. It was always intense at first, like a bolt of lightning shattering her pearly membrane. But she knew how to manage it. She closed her eyes, focused on the sensation, and soon enough, it began to feel good.
The slave's tongue was skilled, teasing at her prostate and sending shudders of pleasure through her body. She could feel every muscle in his throat working as he tried to swallow her cum, but she wasn't ready to let him up yet.
She slid her hands down to his hair, gripping it tightly as she leaned further back into the wall. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice breathed hotly into his ear. He moaned softly, his tongue never faltering despite the discomfort.
Diana leaned forward once more, feeling the warm, wet flesh of her pussy pressing against his face. She let out a long sigh, her body shuddering as she climaxed again. Her thighs quivered from the force of her orgasm, and she knew he was getting close too.
Finally, she pulled her mouth away and stood up. The slave remained where he was, his tongue lax and bloody from where it had been pushed past its limits. Diana smirked, picking up a roll of duct tape from the counter.
With quick, efficient movements, she bound the slave's mouth shut, sealing the duct tape around his head so that his eyes were all that remained visible. She grabbed a flogger from behind the door and started to whip his bare buttocks, hard enough to make him yelp through the gag.
"Swallow it now," she commanded, her voice icy cold. The slave nodded his head vigorously, trying to communicate that he was ready. But when he tensed to pull his mouth away, she brought the flogger down again with renewed force, leaving red welts across his skin.
Finally, after several more strikes, she stood back and watched as he slowly swallowed the semen remnants still clinging to her lips. She surveyed her handiwork, pleased with how effectively she'd broken him. The slave whimpered softly beneath his breath, and she smiled. She knew he would be ready for whatever came next.
