Mistress Michi was renowned in her field for producing the most high-quality human toilets. She had been a trainer and distributor for years, honing her craft to perfection. Her clients were some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the world, accustomed to the finest things money could buy.
One of her latest trainees was a young man named Alex. He was handsome and intelligent, but also incredibly submissive. Mistress Michi had spent months breaking him down, subjecting him to humiliation and degradation until he was completely lost to her will. When she finally molded him into the perfect human toilet, she sent him off to serve his new master.
A week later, Mistress Michi received a package at her doorstep. Inside was the faulty human toilet she had sent out, along with a note explaining that Alex did not flush properly when she pissed. Furious at this mistake, Mistress Michi decided to make an example of him.
She dragged Alex into her chamber, stripped him of his clothes, and strapped him down to the floor, spread-eagle. His beautiful asshole was clean and untouched, taunting her. She grabbed a pitcher of her famous lemonade and positioned herself above him, her pussy dripping with anticipation.
"So," she purred, smirking down at him, "it seems you're faulty after all."
Without warning, she sank down onto Alex's face, forcing his tongue into his mouth to make room for her cock. He gagged and choked as her thick shaft filled his mouth, while her barely-contained piss splashed against his face and neck. She began to fuck his face, her hips slamming against his cheeks and forehead with bruising force.
"Suck it up, toilet," she growled, her words thick with lust and anger. She pinched his nipples between her fingers, using them as handlebars to control him. She rode him hard, grinding her pelvis into his face as she emptied her bladder.
When she finally came, her orgasm racking her body, she pulled out of Alex's mouth, leaving him gasping for air. She knelt over him, her sweaty body glistening in the dim light.
"This is what happens when you send back my work," she hissed, her breath hot against his skin. "Now you're going to taste every drop of my piss, and you're going to swallow it all. Understand?"
Alex nodded weakly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her again. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait.
With one final look of disgust, Mistress Michi lifted her skirt, exposing her soaking wet panties to Alex's hungry eyes. He opened his mouth eagerly, tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar. She grinned wickedly and pushed her panties to the side, allowing a steady stream of hot piss to fill his mouth.
As he began to swallow, he could feel Mistress Michi's hands on his head, gripping his hair tightly. He could feel her cock pressed against his lips, dripping with her piss.
"That's a good toilet," she murmured, her voice dark and menacing. "Now get ready for Round 2."
She pulled her panties back up, smirking down at Alex. He braced himself, already feeling the warm, familiar sensation of her piss filling his asshole. As she prepared to ride him again, Alex felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Despite the pain and humiliation, he knew that he was exactly where he belonged.
He was Mistress Michi's toilet, and he would do anything to please her.
