Mistress Gaia glared down at her new slave with a mixture of approval and amusement. He had kneeled before her for several weeks, eyes trained on her every movement, waiting for his chance to serve. Today was the day he had been anticipating; the day he would drink her urine.
"You have been asking to serve me as a toilet for far too long," she said, her voice cool and commanding. "But you will not simply earn your place by kneeling and begging. First, you must prove yourself worthy."
The slave nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He watched as Mistress Gaia stood up and slowly unzipped her skirt, revealing a glistening puddle of her own urine. She turned her back on him and bent over, presenting her bare ass and dripping slit to him.
"Drink, slave," she commanded, her voice taking on a darker tone. "Drink every drop of my piss."
The slave leaned forward, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her essence. He extended his tongue, reaching out to lap at the delicate folds of her labia. He snaked it deeper, tasting her salty juices as he reached for her anus.
"No," she said, pushing him back gently. "Not from there. Drink from where all good little slaves should drink."
She squatted down over his face, her thick stream of golden urine falling just inches from his open mouth.
"Now," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Drink, slave. Drink my piss, or you will never be able to serve me as my toilet."
The slave closed his eyes, savoring the moment. He felt her hot urine spray onto his tongue, filling his mouth with the rich, salty taste of her piss. He swallowed eagerly, determined not to spill a single drop.
Moments later, he felt her pull away. He opened his eyes to see Mistress Gaia stood before him, her expression unreadable.
"Well," she said at last. "You have proven yourself worthy of serving as my toilet. But remember, slave, one spill, and you will be cast out, never to serve me again."
She turned and walked away, leaving the slave kneeling on the cold floor, his mouth filled with the taste of her piss. He looked up at her, eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation, ready for whatever she might ask of him next.
