Katty West pushed open the door and entered her expansive living room, a crimson sofa and matching armchair set facing the television. The room smelled heavily of urine, and her eyes searched for the source. She spotted her slave, Alex, kneeling by the fireplace, his naked chest and abdomen glistening with perspiration in the soft light. He was wearing a red rubber gag that went all the way down to his throat, bulging slightly with the weight of his own urine.
"Stand up, Alex," she commanded, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she approached him. Reluctantly, he rose to his feet, the gag making it difficult for him to speak. "You have new business," she smirked, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "It's time to put that piss gag of yours to good use."
Katty West was a professional blogger, and Alex was her faithful, if not always willing, subject. Recently, she purchased a new device for him - a piss gag - and she felt it was only right to review it professionally on her blog. The device was designed to make it difficult for him to control his urine flow, forcing him to swallow every last drop. And of course, as a slave, he had no choice but to comply.
"Well?" she asked impatiently, tapping her foot against the polished floor. "Why aren't you getting started?" She glared at him, her blonde bob bobbing slightly as she scowled. Alex's eyes darted around nervously before he finally met her gaze, the gag making it difficult for him to speak.
"Go ahead," she prompted, gesturing towards the bright yellow plastic bucket that stood beside him. " fill it up, and make sure you really give it your all." Alex obeyed, feeling his cock twitch in anticipation of the impending stream. He knelt down next to the bucket, carefully positioning the device around his prick.
As Katty watched, she felt a twinge of arousal in her loins. She loved watching Alex squirm under her command, especially when she knew he was uncomfortable. Seeing him struggle to control his urine flow was an added bonus.
"Faster, Alex," she said softly. "Don't hold back." And with that, he began to pee, the hot, golden stream shooting out from between his legs and splashing into the bucket. Katty approached him from behind, reaching out to feel the steady flow of urine against her palm.
"Mmmmm," she sighed contentedly. "You're doing a great job, Alex." She reached around him, her hand pressing against his stomach, guiding his hips in time with the steady flow of urine. The device was causing him some discomfort, but Katty knew it was all part of the process.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Alex's bladder was full, and he felt the familiar tingle that signaled the end of his stream. He removed the device carefully, feeling a warm wetness against his chest and throat. He sighed as he swallowed the last of his pee, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue.
"Well done, Alex," Katty said, clapping her hands lightly. "Now it's time to clean up." She motioned for him to pick up the bucket and empty its contents into a toilet. Alex obeyed, glad that part of the process was finally over.
As he finished up, Katty stood back, admiring his work. She would have to film this for her blog, of course. After all, a professional review was only authentic if viewers could see for themselves how well the product performed in real life scenarios. With that in mind, she positioned the camera on a tripod and began to record from several different angles, including a POV shot from her side to ensure that the viewer could see exactly how much liquid was being produced by Alex's poor, overworked bladder.
Finally, when everything was set up perfectly, she turned to Alex, who was kneeling beside her, eyes downcast. "You know what comes next, don't you?" she asked, her voice heavy with anticipation. "You have to clean up every last drop of your pee."
Reluctantly, Alex nodded, knowing there was no other option. He knelt down, extended his tongue, and began to lick the floor clean, tasting the salty tang of his own urine mixed with the dust and dirt of the floor. It was a humiliating task, but he had learned long ago that obedience was the key to survival in Katty's world.
As he worked, his mind wandered back to the video they had just recorded. He wondered how it would look to others - the helpless slave, forced to endure the discomfort of the device and then make a public spectacle of himself by cleaning up his own mess. It was a harsh reality, but one he had grown accustomed to under Katty's rule.
Finally, the floor was clean, and Alex stood up, his body shaking with relief. He glanced towards Katty, hoping she was satisfied with his work. But her cold, hard stare told him that there was more to come. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new tasks designed to push him to his limits and beyond. But for now, he had only one thing on his mind - finding a way to relieve the burning ache in his bladder before it was time for their next session.
The story ends here; continue it in your own words.
