Maryan woke up early with a throbbing between her legs. She stretched languidly, aware of her desires rising to the surface. As she moved, her full bladder churned, demanding attention. She glanced at her sleeping human toilet, his breath raspy and uneven from a restless slumber.
With a wicked grin, Maryan slid out of bed and padded over to the toilet, her night gown swishing around her thighs. With a gentle nudge, she woke up her thrall and instructed him to kneel before her throne. His eyes fluttered open, drowsy and disoriented as he took in his mistress's command.
She climbed onto the cold porcelain, hovering just above him as she unfurled her full bladder onto his upturned face. He squealed in protest, his nose crinkled at the caustic smell of her urine. But he knew better than to resist his mistress's desires.
As the first wave receded, Maryan leaned forward, her hair cascading down onto his body as she released another stream, stronger this time. The warmth of her piss hit him squarely in the chest, soaking through his thin nightshirt. The stench filled the air, but Maryan found it intoxicating.
At last, she was finished. She shifted her weight, feeling the coolness of the porcelain against her bare skin. With a smirk, Maryan leaned down and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his neck. "Clean yourself," she commanded.
The toilet scrambled to his feet, his hands shaking as he reached for the soggy heap of toilet paper strewn across the tiled floor. He carefully wiped the dribbles from his mistress's face and then began to clean up the mess on the ground. Maryan watched with a mix of amusement and arousal, her hips swaying slightly as she enjoyed the show.
Suddenly, she had an idea. Maryan bent down and snatched a handful of the toilet paper, balling it up into a rough wad. She playfully teased his cock through his wet underwear, rubbing the rough paper against his sensitive skin. The toilet let out a soft moan, his hips arching involuntarily into the pressure.
But Maryan was in no mood for indulgence. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the wadded paper at him, hitting him square on the chest. "Remember your place," she hissed, her words laced with warning.
The toilet hung his head, knowing he had displeased his mistress. Maryan climbed off the toilet, her gown swishing as she walked back to her bed. The morning sun cast a warm glow across her body, highlighting her curves and the power she wielded over her poor, defenseless human toilet.
