Lady Tassia - He has to drink through a funnel

Lady Tassia's sweet, golden nectar was about to fill the toilet face's mouth once more. Today's piss session would be a bit different than usual - she had something up her sleeve that would test his limits even further. She blindfolded him, tying his hands securely behind his back before putting a funnel in front of his face. The cold plastic against his lips sent shivers down his spine as he realized what was about to happen. He felt a wetness against his chin as Lady Tassia positioned the funnel, making sure it was firmly in place. "Here we go," she whispered teasingly, her voice echoing in his ears. He could smell her perfume, mixed with the sharp scent of urine. His heart raced with anticipation, and dread. He knew what was coming - he had experienced it many times before. The sensation of warm liquid filling the funnel was always unnerving, but now it was worse. He couldn't see what she was doing; all he could do was feel and taste. As the first drops of her fresh urine ran down his throat, he gagged reflexively but forced himself to swallow. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled, enjoying the power trip that came with making him drink her piss. "That's it, toilet face," she purred. "Drink up every last drop." He felt the stream slow down and eventually stop. Lady Tassia removed the funnel from his mouth, letting him catch his breath. He wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, trying not to vomit from the repulsive taste. He could sense her moving around; he heard the squelching sound of her boots on the tiled floor. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice smooth yet demanding. "You know what comes next." He trembled in anticipation as he felt the familiar weight pressing against his back. Without warning, she pushed him forward, forcing him to kneel on the cold tiles. Hot, stinging liquid splashed against his face, neck, and chest. She laughed darkly as he flinched, trying to avoid the scalding heat. "Don't be such a baby," she scoffed, "it's just a bit of piss." Her urine soaked into his clothes, making them cling to his body. The humiliation was almost unbearable; he'd never felt so dirty and degraded in his life. Yet somehow, he couldn't resist the sick thrill of it all. He kept coming back for more, because despite the disgust and shame, there was also an undeniable sense of pleasure. Lady Tassia kept him there for hours, pissing all over him, laughing every step of the way. When she was finally finished, she untied him and led him to the shower. She rinsed off the last traces of her piss from his skin, washing him like a dirty little secret. As he stood there, naked and exposed, he realized that this was his life now. He was addicted to the scent of her urine, the taste of it on his tongue. He was a toilet face, a piss slave - and he loved it.