One warm summer morning, I woke up to an unusual feeling in my left cheek. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a pair of smaller panties sticking out of my bladder control and holding device. My heart sank as I realized what this meant. With trembling hands, I tried to pull the binds off, knowing that it was impossible due to their tight grip on my body.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what was about to happen. As I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, I realized that my mistress was already up and preparing for her day. My face flushed with embarrassment as I remembered how we had discussed my new role as her human toilet last night.
The door opened, and I felt a cool breeze brush against my skin. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. My mistress walked over to the dresser, her panties still damp from yesterday's activities. She looked down at me and smiled, "Good morning, slave."
I didn't respond; instead, I watched as she began to undress. She slipped off her skirt, revealing a pair of crumpled panties covered in dark stains and pee splashes. She slowly lowered herself onto the toilet, spreading her legs wide and allowing me a clear view of her bare pussy covered in golden pubic hair.
I heard the familiar sound of a bottle being uncapped, and then the sweet smell of warm, fresh urine filled the room. My mouth watered as I waited for my mistress' command. "Drink," she ordered, her voice also showing excitement.
I gulped the pungent liquid as it flowed into my bound mouth, feeling it trickle down my throat. She sighed contently, and concluded, "I can't believe how much better my morning routine is with you in it."
