Scat-Princess, Day of a Toilet Slave
It was a beautiful summer day. The sun shone brightly on the faces of three girls as they walked down the street, their high heels clicking against the pavement in perfect rhythm. Their swimsuits glistened under the sun, revealing their toned figures perfectly.
The girls were heading to a nearby beach for a day of fun in the sun. They were excited to soak up some rays and enjoy the beautiful weather. However, there was one small detail they had not forgotten: their toilet slave.
The toilet slave, a young man in his early twenties, followed closely behind them. His head was bowed and his eyes were downcast as he walked, his attention focused on the ground beneath his feet rather than the attractive figures before him.
As they walked, the girls chattered away happily, oblivious to the discomfort of their toilet slave. They could feel the warmth of the sun on their skin, and the salty sea air brushed lightly against their faces. They were completely at ease with their surroundings, completely at ease with each other, and completely unaware of the humiliation their toilet slave was experiencing.
After a while, they came to a small park. The girls entered, and the toilet slave followed, his heart racing with anticipation of what was to come next. They walked past a children's playground, the laughter of children resonating in the air, and headed towards a secluded area at the back of the park.
Once they were out of sight, the girls smiled at each other, shared a knowing glance, and turned their attention to their toilet slave. They motioned for him to come closer, and he hesitantly approached, his knees shaking from both fear and arousal.
"Good boy," one of the girls purred as she reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts. He gasped in surprise as she began to stroke it slowly, her warm hand sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"You've been such a good little toilet slave today," she continued, her fingers slick with saliva as she prepared to give him her golden shower. "We couldn't have done this without you."
Suddenly, without warning, she turned her face towards him and opened her mouth wide. A stream of urine shot out, hitting him square in the face. He sputtered and choked as the shocking taste of his mistress's piss filled his mouth.
"Swallow it, toilet slave," she growled, her voice deep and demanding. "Every drop."
He didn't hesitate. He closed his eyes and swallowed, feeling the warm liquid slide down his throat. As he did, the other two girls began to pee as well, their streams of urine hitting him from either side.
He stood there, drenched in their golden showers, his cock now fully hard as he imagined himself being used as their personal toilet. He knew that this was his destiny, his purpose in life, and he would do anything they asked of him.
With that, the girls finished their business and pulled him close, their bodies pressing against him teasingly. They quickly adjusted their swimsuits, leaving just enough room for their toilet slave to imagine what lay beneath.
"Come on, toilet slave," one of them said with a smirk. "Time to take us to the beach."
And so, the toilet slave followed his mistresses to the beach, his heart full of humiliation and his pants full of piss. He knew that this day was just the beginning of his journey as their devoted toilet slave.
