No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 13 (For mobile devices)

As I woke up in the morning, my mind was already set on putting my toilet slave through another day of training. Today, I had an especially erotic scene planned for him that would test his limits. I took a long, luxurious shower, enjoying the feeling of warm water washing over my skin and planning how I would make my slave beg for mercy.

When I walked into the bathroom, he was already kneeling motionless at the toilet, staring straight ahead with fear in his eyes. I didn't bother speaking to him; I just slipped out of my robe and sat down on the toilet seat, my legs spread apart. "Today," I began, the words dripping with anticipation, "you are going to drink my pee."

I nodded towards the large plastic funnel that was waiting beside the toilet bowl. "That's right, slave," I said, my voice cold and unyielding. "You're going to take every drop of my urine into your mouth and then swallow it down." I paused for effect, letting the thought sink in. Then I smiled cruelly. "And don't think for a moment that this will be easy or painless."

A shiver ran down my slave's spine as he understood what I meant. He slowly reached out towards the funnel, his hands shaking with fear. I watched as he picked it up, wondering how much longer he would last before he collapsed in submission.

I decided to start off easy, letting him get used to the taste of my urine. "First," I said, "just drink directly from my stream." I peered over his shoulder, watching intently as he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide as I began to pee directly into it. His face contorted in disgust and horror at the taste, but he didn't dare make a sound or move away from the task at hand. After several long moments, I finally pulled back and allowed him to swallow.

Satisfied with his performance so far, I nodded towards the funnel again. "Now then," I said, my voice steely, "let's see how you do with this." As he placed the funnel gently in his mouth, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins. This was exactly what I had been hoping for – total submission and obedience from my toilet slave.

I waited patiently while he adjusted to the funnel in his mouth, feeling a cold, hard lump forming in my stomach as I anticipated the taste of my pee filling his mouth. Finally, I nodded again and began to urinate into the toilet bowl. A few drops landed on the back of his tongue, causing him to gag and choke, but he managed to keep the funnel firmly in place. As the stream grew stronger, so did his struggles, but he didn't dare pull away or resist in any way.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled back and allowed him to swallow the rest of my pee. He remained kneeling at the toilet bowl, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief, as I slowly sipped at my champagne flute—the perfect way to wash down the taste of his submission. I smiled cruelly, knowing that my toilet slave would be begging for mercy by the time we were done with our little experiment.

As I drank the last of my champagne, I couldn't help but feel a rush of power course through my veins. My toilet slave was mine, completely and utterly, and there was nothing he could do to stop me. "Excellent, slave," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now let's see how you can handle drinking from not one, but two sources at the same time." Without warning, I poured the rest of my champagne directly into the funnel and forced his mouth open wider, allowing him to take both streams of liquid into his mouth and down his throat.

My toilet slave gagged and choked as he tried to swallow the mixture of my pee and champagne, but he didn't dare resist or show any weakness. I watched him with cold amusement, wondering how much longer he could take before he finally broke. Finally, I took the funnel away and let him collapse onto the floor, retching and coughing up the remnants of our twisted experiment. For now, my work was done. But I knew that there would be plenty of opportunities in the future for more intense punishments and training sessions.