No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 19

No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 19

In the dimly lit room, the young and submissive worm lay bound, kneeling on the cold tiles, his sight obsessively fixed on the toilet bowl in front of him. The harsh glare of the fluorescent light illuminated every inch of his exposed, shackled form, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh as he waited for his Mistress's arrival.

She entered the room, tall and elegant in her slinky black dress, commanding respect and submission with every stride. She glided towards him, her heels striking an ominous rhythm against the hard floor. He trembled with anticipation, knowing what was about to come next. She was going to make him drink her pee... again.

Walking past him, she made her way over to the toilet and sat down, uncaring of the filth that coated its surface. Her silken hair cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her face like a dark halo. She looked over at him, her eyes hard and merciless. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his lips parting slightly in anticipation. His tongue darted out nervously, tasting the air as he awaited his next instruction. She reached into her purse and produced a small funnel, holding it up for him to see before placing it gently between his lips. Securing it in place with one hand, she pulled down her panties with the other, exposing her bare sex to the air.

With her free hand, she grasped the hem of her dress, raising it up to her hips, revealing her perfect body clad only in a lacy black thong. She leaned back against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, spreading her legs wide apart, inviting him to witness her display of power and submission. Then she began to pee.

A steady stream of golden liquid spilled out of her body, flowing directly into the funnel and down into his mouth. He couldn't help but gag as the hot, salty liquid filled his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow it, knowing that she wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than complete obedience. She watched him intently, his struggles against the overwhelming taste and smell only serving to arouse her further.

When he had finally emptied her bladder, she sat up straight and glared down at him, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Now taste yourself," she commanded, withdrawing the funnel from his mouth. Reluctantly, he extended his tongue and tasted the remnants of her pee mixed with his own saliva. It was bitter and disgusting, but he knew there was no escape from it. She was his Mistress, and he was hers to command.

Finally satisfied with his obedience, she stepped off the toilet, unlocking his shackles, and allowing him to stand slowly. She walked past him, her dress whispering against his skin, and spat directly into his mouth. The thick, saliva-mixed spit dripped down his chin and onto his chest, a tangible symbol of her dominance over him.

She turned to face him once more, her eyes glinting with a dark pleasure. "You are my toilet slave," she hissed. "And this is your life now. Remember it well." With that, she left the room, leaving him there to contemplate his new role as her personal waste receptacle. The young man whimpered softly as he leaned against the wall, too weak to stand on his own. He knew there was no escape from this twisted game of submission and dominance. He was hers forever.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 5min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 8000 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 128 kb/s
Format: wmv
Size: 279MB