It was the twentieth time Marla had subjected her pathetic little pet, Josh, to her "Toilet Slavery" game. She took a deep breath, preparing for the evening's festivities. Her lab coat flapped about her hips as she made her way to the small room in the basement where Josh was chained to a urinal. He was kneeling on the cold tiled floor, his head hanging low, his eyes affixed to the filth beneath him. The chains clanked softly as she entered, a sickly sort of music for her twisted amusement.
"Worm," she said, her tone ice-cold and filled with disdain. Her heels clicked against the tiles as she approached him. She reached down and roughly grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head up so that their eyes met. "Drink, worm."
Josh whimpered softly, his lips trembling. He knew what was coming next; it was his turn to consume his mistress's urine. He slowly lowered his mouth towards the glass she held out to him, eyes pleading with her for mercy. But mercy was something Marla wasn't known for giving. He took a tentative sip, his nose wrinkling at the bitter, pungent taste that coated his tongue. It was foul but he had no choice; he had to swallow every last drop or face her wrath.
As he finished the glass off, Marla watched him with a mixture of satisfaction and boredom. This was becoming too easy for her; she needed something more to sate her sick desires. A new idea formed in her twisted mind.
"Stand," she commanded, her fingers tracing along his jawline. Josh complied, trembling as he rose shakily to his feet. Marla stepped closer, her hips brushing against him as she straddled his hips. "Open your mouth."
Obediently, Josh parted his lips. Marla smiled cruelly, then pressed her crotch against his face. He squirmed as he felt her wetness drip down onto his tongue, tasting of her arousal and desperation. She continued to grind against him, her hips moving in a rhythmic pattern as he struggled to keep his mouth open. He could feel himself becoming aroused beneath his restraints, trapped by his own desires and hers.
"Drink my piss, worm," she growled into his ear. And drink it he did; every drop she granted him was a small slice of freedom from her terror. But it wasn't enough. As he finished, Marla withdrew her crotch and stepped back. "Now, on your knees."
Josh complied once more, his mouth salivating at the prospect of yet another drink from his mistress's toilet. But she had other plans. Instead of presenting him with a glass, Marla aimed her flow of urine directly at his open mouth. It gushed forth in a torrent of golden liquid, hitting his tongue and splashing against his teeth. He gagged as he tried to swallow it all, choking and sputtering as he fought for air.
When she was done, Marla retrieved a sponge from a bucket of soapy water beside her and squeezed it out over his head. The cool droplets hit his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. She then dragged the wet sponge across the floor, collecting the rest of her urine. With a wicked smile, she squeezed it over his face and into his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, trying to keep her filth from coating his tongue again. But he couldn't escape the flood of humiliation that washed over him.
As she walked away, Marla heard him whimpering softly, begging for mercy. But mercy was something she couldn't comprehend when it came to her poor little pet. She knew he would be back tomorrow, eager to please her once again. For now, she contented herself with the sound of his misery echoing through the room. She would visit him again soon enough...
