Mistress Misia - My personal urinal

Mistress Misia had always been fascinated by the idea of turning her slave into something useful beyond mere service. Today, she decided to act on that fascination. She guided the unsuspecting slave into her luxurious bathroom and told him to assume the position: on all fours with his head pointed towards the fluffy white towels draped over a closed toilet seat.

Mistress Misia positioned herself behind the slave, slowly pulling down his pants and revealing his perfectly clean, shaved genitals. She grabbed his cock and balls firmly in one hand and squeezed, causing the poor slave to let out a whimper of both pain and anticipation.

Smiling cruelly, Mistress Misia released his genitals and grabbed a small jar of golden honey from a nearby shelf. She coated the slave's cock and balls in the sticky substance, causing him to shiver in delicious fear as she worked. Next, she reached into her toy box and retrieved a large strap-on dildo, covered in luxurious leather and studs.

She positioned the dildo at the slave's asshole, preparing to force it inside him. But before she did that, she needed to make sure he was completely trained. Slowly, Mistress Misia started to piss onto the slave's back. The warm stream of urine soaked into his skin, making him whimper with pleasure and discomfort. He had never experienced anything like this before - being turned into a human toilet for his mistress wasn't exactly what he had signed up for when he joined her court.

But he was hers now, and she would do with him as she pleased. As she continued to piss on him, Mistress Misia gently pressed the dildo against his asshole, teasing him with the feel of its hard, smooth surface. She relished in the power she held over him, knowing that she could make him her personal urinal for as long as she wanted.

Finally, she removed the dildo and grabbed a handful of tissues, wiping away the last drops of piss off the slave's back. "Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. "Now get ready for your real purpose." She guided him over to the toilet and positioned him in front of it, using the towels to support his body. "From now on," she commanded, "you will be my personal urinal. Whenever I need to use the bathroom, you will be here, ready and waiting for me."

With that, she left the room, leaving the slave alone with his new purpose. His heart raced as he felt the urge to pee growing stronger and stronger. Was she serious? Or was this just another part of her twisted games? There was only one way to find out.

And so began the slave's new life - serving as his Mistress's personal urinal, filled with both pleasure and shame. But he was hers now, and he would do anything she asked him to, no matter how humiliating or degrading it might seem.