Stewardess Katty West had just completed a long flight and was eager to relieve herself. As she walked into her private chamber, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She selected a large, transparent measuring cup from her collection and placed it on the sturdy table in front of her.
Her heart raced with anticipation as she unzipped her tight uniform, revealing her smooth, curvaceous body. She placed the cup underneath her delicate feet and felt the warm, familiar sensation of urine trickling down her leg. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as the feeling intensified, her bladder filling with her own golden nectar.
Katty waited a few moments more, savoring the sensation, before finally releasing her full load into the cup. She watched in satisfaction as the liquid rose to the top, nearly reaching the one-liter mark. With a satisfied smile, she grabbed a funnel and poured the contents directly into the eager mouth of her awaiting slave.
The slave, already prostrate on the floor, could hardly believe his luck. As the warm, slightly salty liquid flowed down his throat, he could feel his stomach churning with both fear and arousal. Katty watched closely, her eyes glinting with amusement, as he struggled to swallow every last drop.
"That's a good boy," she purred, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Drink it all up. Every drop."
As he finished, he looked up at her, his face wet with sweat and urine. Katty smiled triumphantly before pulling the funnel away, leaving him gasping for air. She stood up, her legs shaking slightly from exertion and satisfaction, and looked down at him, her gaze filled with both power and desire.
"Not so tough now, are you?" she taunted, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "But don't worry, my pet. We'll have plenty of more chances to play together. Until next time."
And with that, she turned away, leaving the slave to sit in a puddle of his own making, wondering what horrible delight she would have in store for him next.
