The night was dark, and the only light that penetrated the damp room was that of a single bare bulb swinging from the ceiling. The air was heavy with moisture and the overpowering scent of urine.
In the center of the room, a man lay chained to a rough-hewn wooden table, naked and trembling. His eyes were wide with fear as he watched his Mistress approach. She was tall and formidable, dressed in black latex from head to toe, her body curved in all the right places. Her face was half-hidden beneath a veil that covered her eyes and nose, but he knew she was smirking at him.
With a flick of her wrist, she removed a golden chain from around her neck and unlocked the man's shackles. He groaned in relief as he was freed from the table, but it quickly turned to horror when he saw what she was holding.
It was a thick, black rubber hose that he recognized all too well. She had used it on him before, pumping his body full of her hot piss until he was bursting at the seams. He whimpered as she walked around the table, viewing him as if he were a piece of meat.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred, running the hose along his chest. "You love feeling my piss course through your veins."
He couldn't deny it. The thought of her golden pee filling him up again was enough to make his cock twitch, even though it was useless in its chastity cage. He nodded, tears of shame streaming down his face.
"Good boy," she whispered, sinking to her knees in front of him. Her latex-clad thighs spread wide, the leather creaking under her weight. She placed the hose at the entrance to his fallen cage and began to pump, forcing his cock to harden under pressure.
He screamed as he felt the familiar sting of her piss filling him up again, but this time it was different. This time, she didn't stop. She slammed her hand over his mouth, muffling his cries, and continued to pump him full of her golden nectar.
He could feel her hot seed splashing against his prostate, making him shudder in pleasure that conflicted with the pain. The bulb at the end of the hose swelled dangerously close to bursting, signaling that he was about to reach capacity.
"Last drops for slave," she hissed in his ear before pulling the hose away. He groaned in disappointment as she stood up, revealing her full form towering over him. She eyed him hungrily, her hands running over her latex-clad body.
"Tonight," she growled, "you will eat every single drop of my piss."
She mounted his face, her wet pussy dripping onto his tongue as he struggled against the gag. With a sigh of pleasure, she began to release her hot stream into his mouth in waves that rocked him back and forth. The taste was bitter and metallic, but he couldn't help but swallow as he choked on each mouthful.
Finally, she relieved herself, groaning as she sank down onto his chest. His mouth still wet with her essence, he stared up at her, waiting for his next task. She smiled down at him, her veil fluttering in the darkness.
"That's a good boy," she purred, running her gaze over his body. "Now, clean yourself up for Mommy."
As he licked the last traces of piss from his lips, he tried to imagine what she had in store for him next. The thought both terrified and excited him, but he knew one thing for sure – he would do anything she asked without hesitation. He was hers, body and soul, and he would worship her until the end of time.
