Toilet Slaves Scatology - Human Pee Hole!

"Wake up, pee hole!" A woman's voice echoed in the bathroom. The room was dark, but I could feel that she was around. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I was bound tightly, lying on the cold floor. My mouth was bound with something as well, making it hard to breathe. "Don't worry," the voice continued, "you'll get used to it." I did hear the toilet flush. My heart skipped a beat as I thought she might use me already. But then she spoke again: "Not yet, my little toilet slave. You've still got some time to learn how to behave." I lay there, feeling frantic. I knew what came next: the pee bottle. It was my job to drink her urine, to swallow it down like a good little toilet slave. But first things first: I needed to be unbound. I tried to do something, anything, to get free, but it was no use. I was completely at her mercy. I heard the telltale sound of her getting close. I tensed up, waiting for the bottle to appear. Then she spoke again: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you." She chuckled softly before continuing, "In fact, I have a special treat for you today." What could she possibly mean? A new toy? Another type of punishment? I didn't have long to think about it as I felt her approaching. Then, suddenly, she was there. She knelt beside me, and for a moment I thought she was going to release me. But no, she just stared down at me with those cold, calculating eyes of hers. "You've been such a good slave," she whispered darkly, running her hand across my bound body. "So dedicated, so obedient." Her hand came to rest on my crotch, rubbing gently against my pelvis. "So how about we make this a special day?" I didn't understand what she meant, but I knew I wasn't going to like it. She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling my ear. "You see, I've been thinking about you all day," she whispered softly. "And I think you deserve a little more than just my pee. How does my piss and cum sound to you?" My heart stopped. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't... "Please," I managed to squeak out through the gag in my mouth. "Anything but that." But she just laughed, a cold, cruel laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, don't worry, my little toilet slave. I always get what I want in the end." And with that, she stood up and walked away, leaving me there to think about my fate. Was I really going to become a human pee hole, forced to drink her pee and clean her messes? The idea was both terrifying and repulsive, but there was nothing I could do. I was completely at her mercy, and she knew it. As the minutes ticked by, I began to pray, hoping that she would change her mind. But the reality of my situation was slowly sinking in, and with each passing moment, I felt myself becoming more and more resigned to my fate. I was a toilet slave now, and there was no going back. All I could do was wait, and hope for the best. Or maybe, just maybe, I would become the envy of all bound pee holes who wished for their masters to do more than just use them as toilets.