Miss Dula and her friend were on a shopping spree, and they had been walking around for hours. It was almost time to head back home, but both of them had one last stop to make: the bathroom. They had been holding their pee for quite some time now, and their bladders were about to burst.
They made their way towards a posh shopping center where they knew they would find a clean and luxurious restroom. As they approached, they noticed a queue forming outside the ladies' room. They groaned in disappointment, knowing that it could take ages to get in. "Oh well," Miss Dula sighed, "let's check out the public toilet then."
The public toilets were located a few floors below the main shopping area. As they walked down the stairs, they could already smell the pungent odor that emanated from the restrooms. "God, I hope there's at least one toilet free," Miss Dula said, her anxiety beginning to rise.
They finally reached the restroom area, only to find that every cubicle was occupied. Desperation was etched on their faces as they walked towards the corner where a metal-framed device stood. It was a toilet slave, an unusual contraption designed for people who enjoyed peeing on someone during intimate moments.
"What do you think?" Miss Dula asked her friend, who shrugged nonchalantly. "It's either this or holding our pee until we can't stand it anymore," she said, trying to sound brave.
Without further ado, Miss Dula unzipped her pants and positioned herself over the toilet slave. The cool metal underneath her pussy felt strange, but she didn't have time to think about it. She closed her eyes and began peeing, her stream of urine splashing into the bowl beneath her.
Her friend joined her shortly after, standing at the opposite end of the toilet slave. She was not going to pee on it, but she needed to relieve herself too. As their pee pooled into the same bowl, they couldn't help but giggle nervously at the unusual situation they found themselves in.
The relieving sensation washed over them as they emptied their bladders, filling up the toilet bowl fast. They couldn't believe they were actually using a toilet slave - something they had only seen in fetish videos - to relieve themselves in public.
As they finally finished, they zipped up their pants and turned to leave. They exchanged a glance, both of them feeling a strange mix of shame and excitement about what had just transpired. They couldn't help but wonder what other kinks might lie hidden in their friends' closets.
Just then, they heard a voice behind them. "That's disgusting," a woman said, pointing at the toilet slave. "Look what you've done! You've made a mess."
Miss Dula and her friend turned to face the woman, their eyes widening in surprise. They had forgotten about the mess they had left behind. "We're sorry, ma'am," Miss Dula stammered, "we really needed to use the toilet."
The woman didn't seem to be buying it. She raised her chin haughtily and walked away, leaving them standing there awkwardly. Miss Dula and her friend exchanged another glance, then slowly made their way out of the restroom area, never wanting to step foot in such a place again.
