You were his toilet slave, and he was your master. He had total control over you, and you had no choice but to submit to his every whim. You were bound in a position where your head was positioned directly in front of his genitals, with a hole filled with disinfectant awaiting your mouth. You could hardly keep your eyes open, and your body felt incredibly weak.
He began to moan, signaling the start of his release. You braced yourself, knowing what was coming next. Hot, thick fluids filled the air as he unleashed a torrent of urine onto your face and neck. The smell was strong, but you couldn't move away even if you wanted to. All you could do was remain still and submit to his desires.
As soon as he finished, he pulled out his penis and pointed it at your face. "Now drink," he commanded, his tone harsh yet mesmerizing. You opened your mouth, readying yourself for the taste of his pee. The warm fluid filled your mouth, but it wasn't as bitter as you expected. It was actually quite refreshing.
You took a moment to swallow, moaning softly at the sensation. Your master's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your response. "That's a good toilet," he whispered, then reached down between your legs and grabbed your hair, pulling your face back towards his crotch.
"Now, let me see how much of my pee you can hold," he growled. He pushed your mouth back onto his cock, forcing more of his pee down your throat. Your stomach churned, but you tried to ignore the strange feeling of being full of his liquid waste.
"That's enough for now," he finally said, pulling his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air, trying to catch your breath as you looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He smiled down at you, his expression filled with dark lust. "You might think this is disgusting, but I assure you, it's incredibly arousing."
With that, he undid the bindings on your legs and stood up, pulling you to your feet as well. You staggered before regaining your balance, or at least as much as you could while standing next to him. He pulled you into an embrace, pressing his body against yours, and you could feel the hardness of his cock through the thin fabric of your shorts.
"From now on, I want you to remember this," he whispered hoarsely. "You are my toilet slave, and I am your master. You will do as I say, when I say it, and there is no shame in that." He paused for a moment, then continued in a soft, almost soothing tone. "After all, don't you feel better now that you've cleansed me of my waste?"
You didn't reply, but you couldn't deny the truth in his words. Despite the humiliating situation you'd been put in, a part of you felt cleansed and purified by his pee. It was as if he had washed away your sins and made you his completely. And that realization both horrified and aroused you, because deep down, you knew that you would never be able to resist him again.
As he led you towards the bedroom, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, you could feel the warmth of his pee running down your neck and soaking into your clothes. And even though part of you wanted to scrub yourself clean, another part of you was looking forward to seeing what other uses he had in store for you as his toilet.
