Part 2 of Nasty Mistress's adventures with her toilet slave continued as she found herself increasingly desperate for relief. Her bladder was near bursting point, and she could feel the pressure building up inside her with every passing second. She looked over at her helpless slave, who was still bound and gagged on the floor of her luxurious bathroom.
"I think it's time for you to earn your keep, toilet slave," she said with a wicked glint in her eyes. The slave trembled under her gaze, unsure of what she had in store for him. He watched nervously as she undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her plump, wet pussy to him.
"Now, I want you to do exactly as I say, or you'll be in even more trouble than you are now," she warned. The slave could hardly contain his fear, but there was something else at play as well: he was aroused by her dominance and power over him.
As Nasty Mistress lowered herself onto the toilet seat, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer. "Open your mouth wide," she commanded, and the slave could barely find the words to form a response as he obeyed. He felt her hot piss hit his tongue as she began to empty her bladder into his waiting mouth.
It was a shocking, humiliating experience, but he couldn't deny the rush of mixed emotions coursing through him. The warm, potent taste of her urine filled his mouth, and he struggled to swallow it all without making a sound. As she finished, she let go of his hair and wiped her pussy clean with her own mouth before standing up and reaching for a towel.
"That's a good little toilet slave," she purred, her tone almost gentle. She threw him a towel to clean himself up with and turned around to head out of the bathroom. As she passed him by, she playfully lifted up her skirt and flashed her wet, bare pussy at him.
"Remember this," she said with a wink, "you're here to serve me, in every way possible." And with that, she left him there, his mind reeling from the intense experiences he had just been through.
As the slave lay there on the floor, his heart racing and his body tingling with arousal, he couldn't help but wonder what would come next. Would Nasty Mistress have more humiliating tasks in store for him? Or perhaps there was a chance she would show him some mercy, now that she had taken care of her most pressing need.
Only time would tell, and the thought both terrified and excited him. But for now, he could only lie there and wait, wondering what new experiences awaited him at the hands of his unpredictable, manipulative Mistress.
