As the summer heat rose, Mistress Medea, a dominant woman with an eccentric personality, hatched an unusual idea. She decided to create a pool of her own pee and make her slave drink every drop of it, alongside sniffing and feeling it all over his body.
Performing her bizarre plan to perfection, Mistress Medea collected her urine for three days and kept it refrigerated for her slave. Once ready, she commanded him to kneel beside the large tub filled with golden liquid. The smell was unmistakable, but the slave had no choice but to obey his mistress's every command.
With a mixture of anticipation and fear, the slave began his ordeal. He leaned forward, placing his hands on the edge of the tub, as Mistress Medea approached him with a measuring cup filled with her piss. She forced her slave's head down, pouring the piss slowly but steadily into his mouth until he began to gag.
After the worst was over, the slave was struggling to control his bladder. He looked at Mistress Medea, pleading for permission to release the pressure building up inside him. She smirked. "Drink it all," she commanded, "and then you can piss." The slave obliged, feeling the warm stream of urine flowing down his throat and into his stomach.
Satisfied with his obedience thus far, Mistress Medea ordered her slave to strip naked and climb into the pool. As he did so, she began to grin wickedly, knowing what was about to happen next. The slave obediently lay down in the murky liquid, feeling it slosh around him as his mistress approached once more.
This time, she had something even more outrageous in store for him. Mistress Medea retrieved a funnel from a nearby cupboard and fitted it over her pussy, directing the flow of her urine into it. Then she knelt beside the pool and carefully tilted the funnel, allowing the golden stream to pour directly into the slave's mouth.
The taste and smell were overpowering, but the slave did his best to swallow every drop, feeling each one pass down his throat and into his belly. As he continued to drink, he felt his mistress's fingers probing his anus, forcing them in deeper and grabbing hold of his balls.
Suddenly, Mistress Medea stood up straight, pulling the funnel and her pussy away from the slave. He looked up at her, confused but anxious, wondering what she was planning next. She grinned cruelly, revealing her plan in all its depraved glory.
"Well," she sneered, "it seems that you're not the only one who needs to empty your bladder. Show me what a good little toilet pig you are."
As her slave pleaded pitifully to be allowed to use the bathroom, Mistress Medea mockingly called him a 'toilet pig'. It soon became apparent that she had no intention of letting him go anytime soon. Instead, she pulled back her dress, revealing her shapely legs and luscious underwear-clad bottom.
"Suck my asshole, toilet pig," she commanded, spreading her cheeks wide open for him. She spread her legs wider still, presenting her perfect ass to him as an invitation. There was no way he could refuse.
Obeying his mistress's every command, the slave knelt before Mistress Medea and extended his tongue, tentatively touching her soft, warm skin. She moaned softly in approval, pushing her ass back towards him as he began to explore further.
With one hand holding open her silken panties, Mistress Medea grasped the back of his head, forcing his face deeper into her ass. The smell of her sweet, perfumed flesh and the taste of her ass mixed together in his mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
As they continued like this, the pool around them slowly began to clear. The golden liquid that had filled it was gradually being replaced by darker, murkier water. The slave could feel himself becoming increasingly aroused, his cock standing at full attention as he pleasured his mistress.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to Mistress Medea. She paused for a moment, then pulled her ass from his face and turned to face him. There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she reached down between his legs and began to stroke his erect member.
"Tell me, toilet pig," she purred, running her fingers lightly over his cockhead, "do you want to cum in my piss puddle?"
The slave could hardly believe what he was hearing. This was by far the most depraved act she had asked of him yet. But there was no mistaking the way she was touching him, pulling him deeper into her dark, sensual world.
He nodded meekly, unable to speak.
"Good boy," she cooed, giving his cock a firm squeeze. "Now milk your toilet pig cock and shoot your load all over the piss pool."
And so he did, groaning in ecstasy as he shot huge ropes of cum over their shared puddle. Mistress Medea watched him intently, enjoying the sight of her slave's pleasure on her command. As he finished and collapsed back into the pool, she turned and walked away without another word.
Hours later, the slave was still lying in the empty pool, exhausted and drained but satisfied in a way he never thought possible. Mistress Medea would no doubt have more twisted ideas for him tomorrow, but for now, he was content to rest and recover from their latest ordeal.
