Miss Medea, the infamous dominatrix, had a unique idea in mind for her latest session with her slave. She decided to use a custom-made mouth gag that resembled a urinal, complete with a pipe that connected directly to her slave's mouth. This device would allow her to force him to drink every drop of her golden shower as she emptied her bladder into it.
The setting was Miss Medea's dank dungeon, filled with all kinds of BDSM paraphernalia. Her slave was already dressed in a degrading outfit, his wrists firmly secured in steel handcuffs that were chained to the wall. He was positioned in front of a large toilet bowl that had been converted into a makeshift urinal.
Miss Medea walked over to her slave, her confident stride matched only by her sadistic grin. She stood before him, towering over him while he trembled in fear. She wore a latex thong that barely concealed her womanhood and knew it would drive him wild with desire. Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out the mouth gag and approached her slave, expertly fitting it over his head.
"Now let's see if this works," she said with a deep chuckle as she plugged one end of the urinal gag into the toilet's drain pipe. She placed a measuring jug in front of her and began to urinate, filling it with her intense morning urine. She poured a few sips into the gag, watching as her slave struggled to swallow.
The sensation of her hot piss flooding his mouth was overwhelming for him. He could feel it trickling down his throat, burning his insides as he gagged on the thick stream. He tried to plead with his mistress but was quickly silenced by the device.
As Miss Medea continued to empty her bladder into the gag, the slave found himself struggling more and more to keep up. The feeling of being completely at her mercy was both exhilarating and terrifying. She watched him helplessly, enjoying the power she held over him.
Finally, when Miss Medea had emptied every drop into the gag, she unplugged it from the toilet and placed it in front of her slave. She ordered him to finish the rest of the piss in the jug, and he complied obediently, desperate to please her.
By the time he had finished drinking all of her piss, he was on the verge of vomiting. His stomach churned from the sheer volume he had consumed. Miss Medea smiled cruelly, admiring her handiwork. She unlocked her slave's handcuffs, allowing him to slump forward weakly.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now get ready for the real fun." And with that, she left the room, leaving her slave to contemplate his fate as she prepared for their next encounter.
