After a long and exhausting night with her lover, Goddess Kitra awoke to find herself in need of a quick pee. She stretched her luxurious naked body, her tits rising and falling enticingly with the motion, before rolling over to see her helpless toilet slave still lying bound and gagged on the floor beside her bed.
Kitra smirked down at him, feeling an unusual pang of pleasure at the sight of his groveling form. She'd never told him this, but there was something truly thrilling about using him like this - watching him take every drop of her pee without complaint.
She reached down, untangled his bonds slightly, and pulled his face towards hers until their lips met. His mouth was warm and soft against hers, his tongue tentatively exploring the depths of her mouth before she forced it back and pressed her own tongue against it, tasting his saliva.
"Suck," she whispered, her hot breath washing over him. He obeyed instantly, opening his mouth wide to accept her command. Kitra grinned wickedly and slowly lowered her bare cunt down into his face, feeling the hot breath of his mouth fan across her slick pussy lips.
She let out a long, slow stream of pee, savoring the sensation of his warm tongue lapping at her folds and his mouth filling with her golden nectar. Kitra closed her eyes, unable to suppress a moan of pure bliss as she emptied her bladder all over her helpless slave's face and into his trembling mouth.
When she finally pulled away, leaving his lips dripping and his face drenched in her urine, Kitra couldn't help but admire him. He was pathetic and revolting, but she couldn't deny the intense rush of power she felt every time she used him like this.
With a contented sigh, she pulled him up and untied him, letting him collapse onto the floor in a puddle of his own filth. "Clean me up," she commanded, gesturing to his discarded outfit.
The slave instantly sprang into action, scurrying over to pick it up before returning to kneel at her feet. He reached up shakily, his trembling hands barely managing to fasten the lace-up corset around her waist. Kitra smiled down at him, feeling a odd mixture of appreciation and contempt for his obedience.
"Good boy," she purred, giving him a playful swat on the ass before walking away to change into a fresh set of lingerie. The slave watched her go, a deep longing in his eyes, even as he continued to clean up her mess with shaking hands.
As he finished, Kitra reappeared, looking even more stunning than before. She laughed softly at the sight of him still kneeling in this own filth and piss, but instead of punishing him, she slowly knelt down in front of him, her breasts only inches from his face.
"You're such a good little toilet," she whispered, running her tongue along his cheek before leaning in to gently suck on his lower lip. The slave could feel his cock throbbing insistently behind him, forgotten in his arousal.
With that, Kitra stood up and brushed off her knees, leaving the slave kneeling in a puddle of his own semen. She turned and walked away, her hips swaying enticingly, leaving him alone once again with his own filthy thoughts.
As the door to the bedroom closed behind her, the slave remained kneeling, his head bowed low. He could feel his cock slipping out of his cum-covered hole and he groaned softly, not in pain but in longing. He knew there would be other slaves, other people who would use and abuse him in ways he could never imagined, but for now... for this moment, he was alone with his own filth and his unwanted arousal.
