Miss Medeas stood over the trembling toilet virgin, her dark eyes locked onto his as she swayed her hips suggestively. She looked down at the pathetic man who knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the floor as he tried to ignore the bursts of incredible pleasure coursing through his body every time she moved.
"Now, listen carefully," she purred, her voice like silk but edged with menace. "I'm going to make you clean my toilet, and you're going to enjoy every moment of it." She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his cheek as she spoke directly into his ear. "You're going to swallow everything I give you, understand?"
The virgin nodded mutely, his heart racing. He felt her hands on his head, guiding him to lean forward. A moment later, he felt something warm and heavy pressing against the back of his throat. He choked, but before he could even begin to protest, Miss Medeas pushed harder, forcing his mouth open wider.
And then she was pouring her piss down his throat, the hot liquid splashing against the back of his mouth and throat as he gagged and struggled to breathe. Tears stung his eyes and his stomach churned, but still he swallowed, his body obeying her command even as his mind rebelled.
When she finally pulled away, he collapsed to the cold tile floor, gasping for air and trembling with fear and arousal. But even as he lay there, he could feel her presence looming over him, and knew she wasn't finished with him yet.
"Now, according to your toilet education file," she said, her tone dry and amused, "you're supposed to ready yourself for the next course..." She watched him eagerly, curious to see how far he would go this time.
The virgin groaned inwardly, but obediently began to lick his lips clean of the tangy taste of piss. And as he did, a small glimmer of anticipation stirred inside him, hidden beneath his fear and humiliation. Because despite the shame and degradation he felt, there was something darkly thrilling about being under Miss Medeas' control.
When she finally crouched down in front of him again, her lithe body just inches away, he could barely contain himself. And as she leaned forward and placed her hand on his head, guiding him towards her open mouth, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.
Would she make him swallow again? Or maybe this time it would be something else entirely... He couldn't wait to find out.
