No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 18

In my lavish estate, I have installed a large marble toilet that I have dubbed "The Throne." It is the centrepiece of my toilet slaving chambers, where I keep my willing worms at my disposal. Today, my latest acquisition, a young and eager blonde man, found himself kneeling before it, his wrists shackled behind him and a thick rubber tube leading from his open mouth to the bowl beneath.

Dressed only in a pair of tight, white briefs and knee-high socks that accentuated his perfect little body, he looked up at me with apprehension and fear, his eyes wide with terror. "You are my toilet slave," I said coolly, my voice echoing off the marble walls. "Your only purpose in life is to please and serve me - and that begins with drinking my piss."

I loved watching him squirm as I approached the throne, his body tense with anticipation. "I will make this worth your while," I said softly, reaching down and unbuckling my belt. "You will drink every drop of my piss, and you will enjoy it."

Slowly, I lowered my trousers and underwear, revealing my huge, engorged cock. It stood tall and proud, dripping with pre-cum that glinted in the candlelight. "Do you like what you see?" I purred, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at me. "Are you ready to submit yourself completely to me?"

"Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, his voice scarcely audible. "I'm ready." He gulped nervously as he felt my warm piss starting to flow over his tongue and down his throat, filling him up with my essence. He struggled not to gag as it hit the back of his throat, feeling the heat course through his veins.

Delighted by his response, I continued to piss down his throat, groaning in pleasure as I felt his throat working to accommodate my massive cock. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally pulled away, leaving him gasping for air. "Good boy," I purred, stroking his hair lovingly. "Now, it's time for the real test."

I turned my attention back to the toilet, unbuckling his chin strap and pulling out his cock. It was small and pathetic, barely reaching halfway up my thumb. "You'll have to work hard to please me," I said mockingly, grasping his cock firmly in my hand and pulling him towards the toilet. "Drink all of my piss, and maybe I'll deign to let you touch me."

Reluctantly, he leaned over the bowl, his face just inches from the cloudy liquid. As he began drinking, I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and I knew that he was enjoying it. "Drink it all, my little worm," I whispered in his ear, running my fingers through his hair. "And when you're done, you'll thank me for allowing you to serve such a beautiful and powerful goddess."

It took some time, but eventually, the last drops of my piss disappeared into his mouth. He looked up at me, tears running down his face and piss dripping from his chin. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered hoarsely. "I - I can't wait to please you again."

With a smile, I reached down and unlocked his chains. "That's a good boy," I said, standing up and pulling him close. "Now, let's see what else we can do to amuse ourselves today."