In a secret dungeon, there lived a stunningly beautiful and powerful Mistress named Sabina. She was known for her love of dominance and inflicting unique forms of humiliation on her slaves. Today, she had chosen one of her most trusted companions, a man named Slave, to serve her in an entirely new way. She gagged him with a rubber ball gag before binding him tightly in the confines of a rubber bondage bag, restricting his movements completely. Slave was now nothing more than a mummy-like figure, unable to move or even speak.
With a sinister smile, Mistress Sabina proceeded to attach him to a toilet bowl. She positioned him underneath the seat, with his head at her level, perfect for what she had planned. "Today," she told him sternly, "you will be my personal toilet."
As she prepared herself for her pleasure, she ordered her slave to obey without question. Her unwillingness to speak allowed him to understand that any form of resistance would be met with severe consequences. He knew better than to disobey her.
The goddess began, her stream of urine hitting the back of his neck and face. The warmth combined with the smell was unbearable for him, but it was all part of his punishment. His mouth was held open by a large, unyielding ball-gag, making it impossible for him to move or close his eyes. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to avoid swallowing any of the golden liquid. His whole body felt the sensation of being violated and used as nothing more than a human toilet.
But as much as he struggled against his fate, there was also an odd sense of satisfaction that came with serving his Mistress in this way. It was as though he was fulfilling a deep-seated desire he hadn't known he had. Despite the humiliation, he found himself growing aroused by the feeling of her piss against his skin. It was a sickening realization, but one that he couldn't control.
As she neared climax, her stream became stronger and stronger. Her grunts mixed with moans echoed through the room, adding to the tension in the air. Finally, she let out a long, loud moan, signaling her release. A large amount of urine drenched his face, filling his mouth once again. He swallowed it all without question, taking pleasure in the taste and scent that now permeated his senses.
When she was finally done, she unclipped him from the toilet and pulled him out of the bag, revealing his mummified form. She admired her handiwork, reveling in the sight of her slave's submission. "From now on," she said, "you will be known as my toilet. You exist only to serve me in this way, and I will use you whenever and however I please."
With that, she dismissed him back to his cell to await her next command. As he lay there, exhausted yet strangely satisfied, he knew that he had crossed a line he couldn't come back from. But he also knew that he would do anything for Mistress Sabina - even become her personal toilet.
