Vanessa Vaughn staggered into her apartment after a long night at the club. She was absolutely wrecked from all the alcohol she'd consumed, her high heels quickly kicked off exposing bare feet. She made a beeline for the bathroom, swaying slightly as she walked. But when she got there, her worst fears were realized—the toilet was still out of order.
Desperate to pee, Vanessa glanced around for another option. That's when she spotted him: Alex, her personal servant. He was curled up on the couch like a bug, snoring softly in his drunken sleep. It dawned on her that he was just as intoxicated as she was, which meant he was fair game.
Without hesitation, Vanessa woke Alex up roughly by shaking his shoulders. His eyelids were heavy, and it took him a moment to register what was happening. He blinked groggily up at her, confused. "What is it, Mistress?" he croaked.
Vanessa smiled wickedly and patted his lap. "You're going to be my living toilet tonight," she purred, her voice laced with menace. Alex's eyes went wide with fear as he realized what she meant. He nodded frantically, terrified of the punishment he knew would follow if he disobeyed her.
First, Vanessa had Alex fetch a measuring cup and a scale. She stood over him, holding her full bladder, and told him that he had to measure how much urine she was about to release. The scale registered 650ml, almost a full liter of golden nectar waiting to be unleashed.
She let out a long, slow stream of pee, filling up the measuring cup to the brim. The smell was overwhelming; Alex could hardly stand it. Then, Vanessa reached down and yanked his head up by the hair, pushing the measuring cup into his mouth. He gagged and choked on the pungent liquid, but he didn't dare spill a drop.
When the measuring cup was empty, Vanessa paused to catch her breath. Then she ordered Alex to his feet, shuffling slowly behind him. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't look her in the eyes. She placed a funnel against his lips, telling him that he had to drink every last drop of her urine.
The taste was worse than anything Alex had ever experienced. It was tart and sour, coating his mouth and throat like a film. He gagged andretched but couldn't rid himself of the disgusting liquid. His eyes watered as he forced himself to swallow, finally spitting out the last unpalatable mouthful.
And yet, despite the revolting taste, Vanessa wasn't finished with him yet. There was still more pee left to go. She ordered Alex to kneel down on the floor, leaking steady streams into a puddle around his feet. Then, she thrust his face into her crotch, ordering him to lick her clean.
Alex trembled, his stomach churning with revulsion and fear. But he knew better than to disobey his mistress. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, running his tongue along the sensitive folds of her pussy. As he cleaned her up, Vanessa let out one last long sigh; she could finally relieve herself.
When it was all over, Vanessa stood back, surveying her handiwork. Alex was a spent, filthy mess; she knew he would need a night to recover. But for now, she was satisfied. She would find other ways to torment and humiliate him later. Vanessa Vaughn smiled sadistically, her eyes bright with excitement for what was yet to come.
