EROnight by Eronite - A toilet bowl for the Lady

In a luxurious bedroom, illuminated by soft candlelight, the alluring Lady Atropas stood before her loyal servant, Maik. Her tight leather corset imposingly displayed her voluptuous curves, while her dominatrix attitude radiated an aura of power and lust. She snapped her fingers, commanding his attention.

With a sneer, she spat directly into Maik's face, leaving a trail of saliva on his quivering form. Maik, accustomed to her cruel commands, stood still, waiting for her next instruction. He knew that pleasing his mistress meant submitting to her every dark desire.

Lady Atropas walked over to a custom-made golden toilet bowl situated in the corner of the room. She motioned for Maik to approach, and with trembling legs, he did as he was told. As he stood before the opulent toilet, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through his veins.

With a cold gaze, Lady Atropas spoke. "You are about to witness the ultimate display of my dominance over you, my poor servant." She attached a small metal contraption to the front of his pants, with a tube connecting it to the toilet bowl. "Start peeing," she commanded, her voice dripping with malice.

Maik obeyed, feeling a strange mix of shame and excitement as he began to release his pee into the toilet bowl. The warmth of his urine hitting the cold metal contraption sent shivers down his spine. He watched, helpless, as he grew harder beneath his mistress' gaze.

Lady Atropas looked on with a mixture of amusement and lust, stroking her fingers sensually against the shiny surface of the golden toilet bowl. She watched as Maik's pee filled the toilet up, and with a sneer, she pulled a lever attached to the metal contraption, redirecting his piss directly onto his body.

Maik closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation as his mistress drenched him in his own waste. He felt the warm piss soaking into his clothes, leaving them clinging to his skin. Yet, somehow, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at his mistress' dominant display.

Lady Atropas continued to play with her toy, varying the flow of urine to different parts of Maik's body. She watched with amusement as he shook with each spurt of pee, his cock now pressing painfully against his stomach. She grabbed it roughly, squeezing it playfully before letting it go with a smirk.

At last, she turned off the flow of piss, and with a satisfied smile, she walked over to stand directly over Maik. She looked down upon him, her expression one of pure dominance. "You are a good servant, Maik," she purred. "Now, get up and clean up the mess you've made." She snapped her fingers again, dismissing him like a pet.

Maik struggled to stand, his legs shaking underneath him. He knew that he would never forget this night, the way his mistress had dominated him and reduced him to a mere plaything. Yet, he also knew that no matter how degrading their encounters might be, he could never resist her alluring lust for power and darkness.