The Domestic Mistress and Her Thirsty Slave: A Pee-Filled Funnel Adventure
In a comforting suburban home, a dominant mistress presides over her humble slave. As they go about their daily routines, the mistress becomes aware of her slave's thirst. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she decides to take matters into her own hands—or rather, her own body parts.
The mistress approaches her unsuspecting slave, clad in his usual attire of tight-fitting shorts and an apron. He eagerly awaits her next command, having no idea what she has in store for him. She smirks knowingly, reaching behind him to grab something from a nearby drawer.
Her fingers wrap around the cool metal of a feeding funnel, which she slowly inserts into his mouth. He struggles briefly against the strange intrusion but is soon overcome by her firm grip on his head. As she forces the funnel deeper into his throat, he begins to gag slightly, desperately trying to draw air through his tightly constricted airway.
Satisfied with his submission, the mistress sits down on a chair facing away from him. She takes a deep breath, feeling the warmth spread through her bladder. With a contented sigh, she leans back in the chair and spreads her legs wide.
The slave, still connected to the funnel, is now completely at the mercy of his mistress. He watches in horror as a tiny stream of yellow liquid trickles out of her urethra and falls into the funnel. The funnel is now connected directly to his mouth, and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
As the stream of urine grows stronger, the slave feels it filling his mouth. It's warm, slightly salty, and distinctly female. He can't help but swallow reflexively as the funnel becomes engorged with his mistress's golden nectar.
Minutes pass, and the stream doesn't abate. The slave's stomach begins to grow uncomfortably full, stretching against the tightness of his abdomen. His eyes widen in fear of what might happen next, but he dares not speak against his mistress's wishes.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the stream slows to a trickle and eventually stops altogether. The mistress leans forward, removing the funnel from her slave's mouth with a satisfied smirk. She wipes off any remaining urine from the funnel, then stands up to survey her handiwork.
The slave, now empty, feels a strange mixture of humiliation and arousal coursing through his body. He looks at his mistress with mixed emotions: fear, admiration, and deep-seated desire. She returns his gaze with a knowing twinkle in her eye, leaving him to wonder what she has planned for their next encounter.
