No Mercy Toilet Slavery: Drink My Pee Slave - 23
Lady Jessica stood over her naked slave, a look of pure dominance in her eyes as she held his chin firmly in place. She'd been training him for months now, teaching him that her every whim was to be obeyed without question or hesitation. And now, as she squatted over the toilet bowl, her full bladder aching with the need to be emptied, she knew exactly what she wanted him to do.
"Drink it all," she commanded, her voice echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Her slave's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as he looked up at her, his mouth watering uncontrollably. Jessica smiled cruelly, taking pleasure in his submission. "Every drop."
With that, she released his chin and lowered herself onto the toilet seat. The moment her weight settled onto her bladder, she felt a rush of warm fluid pressing against her urethra. Her face contorted into a look of pure ecstasy as she let go, the powerful stream of urine shooting out and splashing into the toilet bowl.
Her slave didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his mouth opening wide, ready for the first taste of his mistress's golden nectar. The hot, salty liquid hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag reflexively. But he forced himself to swallow, feeling the muscles in his neck straining under the pressure.
"Good boy," Jessica purred, watching as he drank every last drop. When the stream finally weakened and stopped, she pushed herself up off the toilet, her satisfied smile never leaving her face. "Now clean up my mess."
Her slave, his eyes downcast in submission, quickly grabbed a cloth and poured some water over it. He knelt down next to the toilet, scrubbing at the stains on the bowl with vigor, using his tongue to lick up any remaining drops of urine. It was a humiliating task, but he knew better than to refuse.
As he worked, Lady Jessica watched, her heart racing with excitement. This was what she lived for – the control, the power, the complete and utter submission of her slave. And she knew there was only one way to keep him under her spell: by pushing him further, making him do things he never thought possible.
"Drink my pee, slave," she whispered, her voice like a snake slithering through the darkness. "Drink it all."
Her slave looked up at her, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation. But he also saw something else – a glimmer of hope, perhaps, that one day he might find redemption in serving his mistress. And so he would continue to drink, to clean, to obey, until the day he finally earned his freedom.
