Lisa, a beautiful and confident young woman, arrived home after a long night of partying. As soon as she stepped inside, she felt the urge to urinate. However, she remembered that the toilet was still out of order, leaving her little choice but to seek out an alternative solution.
She made her way towards the bathroom, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. As she reached for the doorknob, she couldn't help but feel annoyed with her slave, Alex. He had been instructed to fix the toilet long ago, but it seemed like he had no intention of doing so. Perhaps he was enjoying the idea of being a human toilet too much?
Lisa shook her head in disbelief, unlocked the door, and pushed it open. The bathroom was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight streaming in through the window. She crossed the room towards the only source of light, which was the small window above the sink. As she stood there, considering her options, a sinister smile spread across her face.
She turned around and called out to Alex, who was still tied up in the corner. "Alex, come here!" she commanded, her tone filled with malice.
Reluctantly, Alex crawled towards her, his eyes wide with fear. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't bear the thought of it. Yet he also knew that disobeying his Mistress would be punishable by even further humiliation.
As he reached her side, Lisa took hold of his leash and led him over to the toilet. "You're going to love this," she purred, her hand caressing the cool metal of the toilet seat. She positioned Alex's head directly over the bowl and unzipped her tight dress, revealing her perfect bare behind. "Time for you to do your job, slave," she said, lowering herself gently onto the edge of the toilet bowl.
Without warning, Lisa pushed forcefully, sending a wave of hot pee spraying directly into Alex's open mouth. He choked and gagged, trying desperately to keep the disgusting liquid from entering his body. But it was no use; his Mistress's command was absolute.
Lisa watched with satisfaction as the pink liquid dripped from Alex's chin, slowly filling up the bucket beneath him. She noticed the tears in his eyes, and her heart swelled with a perverse sense of pleasure. This was the ultimate control, and she reveled in every second of it.
Finally, she pulled away and wiped herself clean with a tissue, leaving Alex to deal with the aftermath. She discarded the soiled tissue into the bucket and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "That was refreshing," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She made her way over to the sink, washing her hands thoroughly before drying them on a clean towel. As she turned around, she saw Alex still there, head bowed in defeat. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, slave," she said, a cruel grin spreading across her face. "Until next time."
With that final taunt, Lisa left the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Alex remained there, alone and humiliated, for the rest of the night. But he knew that there would always be a "next time," and he couldn't help but dread it.
