Mistress Mystique - Objectification: A Day As A Toilet

As you find yourself gazing up at the sky, wondering when this day will end, you feel a warm liquid trickle down your leg. You try to ignore it, but it's getting harder and harder to contain your bladder. You're starting to panic when you hear Mistress Mystique's high heels clicking on the pavement. Just then, she stops in front of you and gives you an amused look. "Well, well," she says, "it seems our little toilet is already filling up." Slowly, she unzips your pants and lets the stream flow freely onto the ground. You feel her cool fingers trace your insides, massaging your prostate before pushing you to your limits. Finally, she pulls away and stands back, admiring her handiwork. "There now," she says, "that felt good, didn't it?" You can't answer, of course, but you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Mistress Mystique smirks and turns away, leaving you in your own filth as she continues down the sidewalk. The day drags on, and with it, so does your internal battle to contain yourself. Every time you think you've made some progress, your mistress decides to punctuate your futile effort with a pungent reminder of your current purpose. As the sun begins to set, you're left with a grim realization: this is your life now. You're no longer a person; you're a toilet. And there's nothing you can do about it.