Jessica couldn't resist the sense of power and control she felt as she made her worm slave, Chris, worship her toilet. She had trained him well, from early mornings when he was still in bed, until late at night when she would finally release him from his chores. And one of those chores was drinking her pee - which she had just finished collecting in a glass.
"Stand up, worm," she commanded, her cool tone contrasting with the passion in her eyes. Chris quickly rose from his squatting position, his tail between his legs. "Drink my pee, slave," she said, holding the glass up to his lips.
Chris obeyed without hesitation, opening his mouth wide to accept the warm liquid. He could feel the urine sliding down his throat, the slight tang of it on his taste buds. As he swallowed, Jessica smiled in satisfaction.
"That's a good boy," she praised, setting the empty glass on the floor. "Now, it's time for the real test."
With that, she knelt down in front of Chris, her knees almost touching his chin. She placed one hand on his chest, pushing him forward slightly so that his face was close to her crotch. With the other hand, she undid her pants, revealing her bare pussy to him.
"Suck my pussy," she growled, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. "Then, when you're done, I'll reward you with my pee."
Chris closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to his Mistress. He opened his mouth wide and pressed his tongue against her hot, damp folds. He could feel her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked on her clit, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal.
"That's it, slave," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face. "You're so good at it..."
When at last she climaxed, her body shuddering with pleasure, Jessica pulled her pussy away from his face. She stood up, smirking down at him.
"Well done, worm," she said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "But there's one last thing left to do."
She picked up the sponge she had used to clean up the floor, and squeezed it a few times until droplets of pee trickled out of it. Then, she grabbed a fistful of Chris's hair and pushed his face down towards the puddle on the floor.
"Drink it all," she ordered, letting go of his hair. "Every drop."
Chris opened his mouth wide, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat once again. He could hear Jessica's mocking laughter in the background, but he dared not look up at her. Not until he had finished every last drop...
As he finished, Jessica finally let out a satisfied sigh. "That's my good little worm," she said, ruffling his hair playfully. "Now, go back to your cage and think about how lucky you are to serve your Mistress so well."
With that, she turned her back on him and walked away, leaving Chris to absorb the humiliation and shame he felt after being forced to drink his own urine. But he knew what she said was true - he was lucky to serve her, and he would do anything to keep her happy, no matter how demeaning or humiliating it might be. Because in her presence, he felt alive, needed... and completely and utterly hers.
