Mistress Natasha, also known as Yulenka, was an imposing figure. Her age only added to her experience and cruelty. Today, she found herself in need of relieving herself, but her toilet was broken again. Frustrated, she stormed into the kitchen to find the slave boy cowering before her.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, pointing to the broken toilet. The boy trembled before her, head bowed in shame.
"I-I'm s-sorry, Mistress," he stuttered. "I tried my best to fix it, b-but I couldn't."
Yulenka clenched her teeth, her anger threatening to boil over. She stepped closer to the boy, towering over him. He flinched as she reached down and grabbed a glass coffee pot.
"Then you will serve as my toilet," she growled. "Bring the slave to the dungeon."
The boy nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he led her to the dark dungeon where she would relieve herself. In the dim light, Yulenka could just make out the terrified figure cowering before her. She placed the coffee pot on the ground and unsnapped her leather skirt, letting it fall to the ground.
"Look at me, slave," she commanded. The boy trembled as he raised his eyes to hers, meeting her gaze for the first time. Yulenka took a deep breath, then let it out in a long, slow exhale. She positioned herself over the coffee pot, her thighs splitting the boy in two as she leaned over him.
"Lick me clean," she ordered, spreading her legs wider. The boy hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out to touch her, his tongue tracing the silky skin of her inner thighs. As he worked his way up, she could feel his warm breath on her throbbing clit. Becoming bolder, he pressed his tongue against it, flicking it gently.
"That's it," she moaned softly. "Now suck on it." The boy hesitated, but she grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer until he took her into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her sensitive bud. She gasped, her hands running through his hair, pulling him closer still.
As she felt herself reaching climax, Yulenka reached down and grabbed the glass, filling it with her golden nectar. She then grabbed the boy's shirt, lifting him up until he was standing. His eyes were wide with fear as he stared into hers.
"Drink," she commanded, holding the glass in front of him. The boy took the glass from her trembling hands, his throat bobbing as he struggled to swallow her urine. "Drink it all," she growled, squeezing his throat until he gagged. Finally, he got it all down, choking on the last bit before falling to his knees.
Yulenka watched him keenly, making sure he didn't miss a drop. Satisfied, she removed her heels and placed them firmly on his back, pushing him towards the ground. "Worship my feet," she commanded. He lowered his head, kissing and licking her dirty soles.
"That's a good slave," she purred, running her hands through his hair. As the boy continued to shower her feet with kisses, Yulenka felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her. For now, she had found a new use for this pathetic excuse of a slave.
