As I cruised down the highway, my stomach began to churn uncomfortably. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a position that would alleviate the growing pressure in my bladder. It was then that I remembered – I had a toilet slave with me.
I glanced over at the man sitting quietly in the backseat, head bowed. He knew what was coming. He always did. With a smirk, I reached down and unzipped my skirt, revealing my bare thighs. The air was thick with anticipation as I climbed out of the car, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
I strutted confidently to the rest area's green area, my heels clicking against the concrete. As I approached the bushes, I could feel his eyes on me, boring into my skin. I paused for effect, savoring the moment. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I lifted my skirt high enough to expose my pussy. The cool breeze from the open window teased my exposed folds.
There was a reverent silence for a moment before I heard him gasp as he saw what I intended to do. I chuckled darkly to myself as I grabbed his head and pushed it down towards my cunt. "Drink up, my little piss-slut," I purred menacingly.
He choked as the first wave of my urine hit him square in the face. It was always so satisfying to see him struggle like this. He opened his mouth wider, desperately trying to take in every drop as I released a torrent of hot piss onto his face and into his eagerly gaping mouth.
The feeling of power coursed through my veins as I watched him struggle to keep up with the flow. It seemed endless, like I could piss forever. And when I finally pulled away, dangling his head back like a limp rag doll, he closed his eyes in blissful ecstasy.
"Thank you, mistress," he murmured softly. His voice was ragged with desire and submission. It made me grin wickedly.
"Don't thank me yet," I replied, smirking. "You haven't finished." With that, I walked back to the car and climbed in next to him. He looked up at me expectantly, his eyes full of fear and anticipation.
"Not so fast," I teased. I reached down between my legs and slowly started to rub my clit, my other hand still resting casually on my thigh. "I think I'm in the mood for a little pussy-licking session first."
He groaned audibly, his eyes rolling back in his head. He knew what was coming. He always did. And he loved it just as much as I did.
So, he lowered his head once again, tongue already wet with anticipation. And once again, I felt the familiar rush of power surge through my veins as he began to worship my lady parts. The sounds of his tongue lapping at my pussy filled the car, drowning out the sound of traffic whizzing by on the highway.
By the time I was fully satiated, the car was a sticky mess of pleasure. But I wasn't done yet. "Clean me up," I ordered, my voice still dripping with honeyed command.
And with that, he set to work, licking and sucking every last drop of juice from my body. His tongue lapped at my thighs, my abdomen, my lips, and finally my clit, which he sucked greedily into his mouth.
I couldn't help but moan as the sensations washed over me. It was almost too much - almost. But then, I remembered why I did this. It wasn't just about pleasure. It was about control. And there was one final test of his devotion.
"Bring out the cock cage," I commanded, my voice steely. The cage was a simple metal contraption, designed to trap his erect penis and keep it soft and limp at all times.
He fumbled in the backseat, fishing around for the small box that held the cage. When he produced it, he hesitated for a moment, eyes pleading with me to reconsider.
But I wasn't interested in hearing his pleas. I grabbed the cage from his hand and snapped it shut around his flaccid member with a loud, metallic clang. He let out a strangled gasp as he felt the cold metal encircle his sensitive flesh.
"There," I said, smirking. "Now you're really mine." And with that, I turned my attention back to the road, content in the knowledge that I had another obedient slave under my thumb.
