Liliana had been holding it in for quite some time, her bladder feeling uncomfortably full as she paced around the room. She hated having to use the broken toilet. She had told her slave, Alex, time and again to fix it, but he just kept putting it off. Today, she couldn't hold it in any longer. As she stepped into the bathroom, the smell of urine hit her hard.
"Alex!" she called out, not bothering to close the door behind her. "Come here, I need you to fix the toilet!"
Alex didn't respond, and she could hear him in the other room. She sighed in frustration, flushing the toilet a few times to try and get it to work. Nothing happened. She tapped her foot in annoyance, growing more impatient by the second. Finally, she stormed out of the bathroom, finding Alex watching television.
"I told you to fix the toilet!" she exclaimed, her voice raised in anger. "Why haven't you done it?"
Alex lowered his head, looking ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mistress," he said quietly. "I thought I had more time."
Liliana rolled her eyes, knowing that was just an excuse. She made a disgusted face and pointed towards the bathroom. "Well, I can't use that piece of crap right now. You better get it fixed immediately, or else."
With that, she stomped off to her bedroom, needing to empty her bladder now more than ever. She could feel the pressure in her bladder growing unbearable, and she knew she couldn't hold it in any longer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let out a long, low groan as the first few drops escaped. Then, another, and another. Soon, she was relieving herself all over the floor in front of her, her pee spraying out in powerful spurts.
Feeling somewhat better after emptying her bladder, she stood up and looked around for something to drink from. Spotting a large glass on her dresser, she filled it with water and took a sip. As she did so, an idea popped into her head. She smirked, setting the glass back down on the dresser.
Returning to the bathroom, she smirked at Alex, who was still struggling to fix the toilet. "Never mind," she said, walking past him. "I've changed my mind. You're going to be my toilet."
He looked up at her in confusion. "What?"
"You heard me," she said, inspecting her pee-soaked clothes. "The toilet isn't fixed yet, so you're going to have to take this for me."
She walked back over to the glass of water she'd filled earlier and poured it into her bladder, watching as it overflowed and started to drip down the insides of her thighs. She didn't care about getting herself cleaned up, though; this was all for his entertainment. She held the glass in front of his face, watching as his eyes widened.
"Drink it all," she commanded.
He hesitated for a moment before gulping it down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. She sighed in satisfaction, knowing he was doing as he was told. "Good boy," she purred, taking the glass back and pouring more. "Drink it all, and make sure you don't spill a drop."
He took the glass back, his eyes watering as he tried to keep it all down. "All of it, huh?" he choked out between gulps.
"Every last drop," she replied, her voice hardening. "And don't you dare pretend you didn't like it."
He swallowed the final gulp and handed the glass back to her, looking green. She nodded approvingly before taking a step back, admiring her handiwork. "You'll be my toilet until the real one is fixed," she announced. "And don't think I won't be watching you next time."
With that, she walked away, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. He sat on the floor, feeling the warmth of her urine spreading down his throat and stomach. It was disgusting, but he couldn't help but feel proud that she'd trusted him with such a task.
In the end, it took him nearly an hour to clean himself up and fix the toilet. By then, Liliana had changed into a fresh pair of pants and was sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up at him as he came in.
"Well? Is it fixed?" she asked, unimpressed.
He nodded hesitantly. "Yes, Mistress."
She shook her head, considering him for a moment. "You know what?" she said, standing up and walking towards him. "You did such a good job taking care of my 'business' earlier, why don't we try it in there?"
Alex's heart skipped a beat as she led him into the bathroom and up to the broken toilet. She stood behind him, her hands on his hips, as he awkwardly lowered himself onto the cold porcelain. A slow, steady stream of urine started to trickle out, splashing against his legs and floor. Liliana watched, a small smile forming on her lips.
"You're not holding anything back, are you?" she asked teasingly. He shook his head nervously, unable to look at her. She sighed contentedly, watching as he finally finished and flushed the toilet.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred, running a hand through his hair. "Next time, maybe I won't make you drink it."
Alex just nodded, still feeling a bit shell-shocked by the whole experience. He knew his place now, and he knew exactly what was expected of him. As he looked up at her, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of humiliation and excitement coursing through him. His life had changed forever, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
