Each month, I eagerly await the days when Mistress Karina summons me to her apartment. As her devoted servant, my role is to ensure her comfort and satisfaction in every way possible. Among my duties is the honor of serving as her personal toilet, a responsibility I embrace with unwavering dedication. During this particular visit, Mistress chose to indulge in a relaxing bath, and I was privileged to assist her. My heart soared as I admired her flawless beauty—her radiant skin, her graceful curves. She even allowed me the sublime pleasure of smelling her delicate lingerie before washing it as she soaked. While I am forbidden from touching her directly, Mistress granted me a rare exception: I was permitted to dry her exquisite body with a soft towel. This fleeting contact was a dream realized, a moment of pure ecstasy. As the evening unfolded, Mistress, having enjoyed a hearty meal the previous night, felt the urge to relieve herself. Rather than using the conventional toilet, she decided to utilize me as her vessel. Still seated in the bath, she positioned herself above me, and I felt the warmth of her release fill my mouth, cascading onto my face in a coiled, aromatic stream. It was a texture and flavor I had missed dearly, and the abundance of her gift filled me with gratitude. Once satisfied, Mistress retired to the sofa, leaving me to savor the remnants of her offering in the bathroom. It was a day of profound connection and fulfillment, a testament to my unwavering devotion to Mistress Karina.
