Enzo stretched his neck, looking up at his Master with pleading eyes. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear surging through him. High up above, on a golden throne, his Domineering Master sat, dressed in white robes and a n Lewis, the symbol of his ultimate power. Enzo could feel his bladder start to ache as he thought about the flute of piss his Master held out to him.
"Drink it, slave," his Master said in a cold, commanding tone. Enzo swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at the thought of what was to come. He moved closer to the throne, lowering his head submissively. With a steady hand, his Master placed the flute firmly in front of him. The cool crystal felt sharp against Enzo's tongue as he opened his mouth.
He tilted his head back, taking in the sweet smell of his Master's urine. It was intoxicating, like nothing else. With a deep breath, he took a sip, feeling the warm liquid trickle down his throat. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of his Master's essence.
"Drink it all, worm," his Master growled, watching as Enzo's cheeks hollowed out with each sip. The taste was intensely sweet and salty, unlike anything else he had ever experienced. He could feel the liquor from his piss hitting the back of his throat, making him cough violently. But still, he did not stop.
His Master watched with cruel satisfaction as Enzo drained the flute dry, then ordered another one. This time, the piss was mixed with perfume, making it sweeter and more potent. With a trembling hand, Enzo reached for the new flute, knowing there was no escape from his Master's will. As he drank, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction and longing welling up inside him. This was his purpose, his only reason for existing—to please his Master, no matter what it took.
And so it went on, flute after flute, until Enzo was lost in a world of his Master's desires and commandments. It was hard work, but he did not mind. He was nothing but his Master's slave, and he would do whatever it took to serve him faithfully. As the night drew on, Enzo fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with the taste of his Master's piss and the sound of his voice commanding him to serve.
