Aritomo's Double Life: From Bank Manager to Human Toilet at Night
Aritomo's Golden Gag and Slurps
Middle-aged Aritomo had a secret life that he kept hidden from his day job as a bank manager. By night, he transformed into a human toilet, servicing women who sought the thrill of dominance and humiliation. One such woman, Aya, had taken control of him for the evening. She secured his jaw with a sharp, cutting bottle, leaving him unable to speak or protest as he prepared for his new role.
As Aya stood before him, her sweaty body glistening with anticipation, Aritomo could only watch in silence as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat. The stench of her urine filled the room, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. But he knew better than to show any sign of discomfort; this was part of the game they played together. He waited patiently as she lifted her skirt, revealing her moist pussy to him.
Without saying a word, Aya began to relieve herself into the bowl. The stream of hot, golden liquid splashed against his face and neck, threatening to spill over the edge of the bowl. It was all he could do to hold his breath as the acrid smell of piss filled his nostrils. When she finally finished, Aya hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and offering him a taste of her nectar.
Aritomo closed his eyes and opened his mouth, preparing for the rush of piss that would fill his mouth. It was salty, bitter and sour all at once - a unique combination that he had come to both love and hate. She must have been drinking something strong, he thought to himself as he swallowed it down without complaint. More than a quart of her pee flowed into his mouth; more than a man could reasonably be expected to swallow. Yet he did so without hesitation or complaint.
Next, Aya instructed him to remove the gag from his mouth so that she could use him for another purpose: as a human footstool. One by one, she placed each of her dirty sneakers on his face, each step causing the vomit-inducing scent of piss to fill his nostrils once more. When she was finished, she stood up and instructed him to clean herself off with his tongue.
Aritomo obliged, using his tongue like a sponge to wipe away every last drop of piss from her legs and feet. He could feel her pee dripping down his throat, coating the inside of his mouth and leaving a foul taste in his throat. But he dared not spit it out; that would be the ultimate act of disobedience that he couldn't afford to make.
Finally, Aya sat back down on the toilet seat, this time straddling his face. She lowered herself down until her pussy was inches from his nose, her stench overwhelming him once again. But this time, she had another plan in mind. She grinded her unwashed pussy and pee hole against his mouth and nose, relishing in the power she held over him.
It was then that Aritomo realized just how far he had fallen into this twisted world of dominance and submission. He was no longer just a bank manager; he was Aya's toilet slave, at her mercy until she released him back into the real world where no one knew of his hidden desires or shameful acts.
