Prince Joffrey stood in the sprawling royal chamber, his eyes fixed on a slender, milky-skinned woman tied to a cross on the far wall. She was naked, her voluptuous breasts heaving with each breath, and a massive dildo pumped relentlessly into her ass. But it was the golden funnel in her shapely hands that held his attention.
"Open your mouth, little toilet," she hissed, her voice hoarse with lust.
The woman was Princess Myrcella, known far and wide for her depraved inclinations. She was the embodiment of scatology, she who loved nothing more than to defile herself and others. Joffrey trembled with anticipation as he moved towards her, eager for his turn.
Princess Myrcella smiled wickedly, her tongue darting out to lick the salty fluid coating her lips. "Here comes our little piss slave," she purred, sinking to her knees in front of Joffrey. "Why don't you show me how well you can take it all, hmm?"
Joffrey knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the funnel in her hands. He parted his lips obediently, determined to prove himself worthy of her attention. The cold hard edge of the funnel pressed against his tongue, and then it was inside him, filling his mouth with warm, pungent liquid.
As he took the first delicious draught, Joffrey felt a rush of elation coursing through his veins. This was what he lived for, what he craved - the feel of hot, salty piss filling his mouth and the smell of his mistress's intimacy surrounding him. He drank greedily, eager for more.
Princess Myrcella observed him with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a man," she whispered, her voice husky with lust. "But that's why I love you. You'll never be anything but a toilet slave, always at my beck and call."
She drew the funnel out of his mouth, letting the remaining piss dribble down his chin before stepping back. "Now it's your turn to serve, toilet boy."
And with those words, Joffrey felt his own cock stirring within his silken pantaloons. He moved forward, ready to take his mistress's weight upon his shoulders, ready to embrace his role as her willing slave. For he was nothing but a toilet, and she was his queen - the mistress of his darkest desires.
