Mistress Mystique - Preggo Gotta Go!

The Mistress's seductive voice echoed through the room, sending shivers down the slave's spine. "My little toilet slave," she purred, her ample belly shaking with each word. "It's time for you to earn your keep." She gestured toward the bedroom door, her hand shaking slightly from anticipation. "You know what I want." The slave nodded mutely, his heart pounding in his chest as he rose unsteadily to his feet. He walked slowly towards the bedroom, already feeling his bladder start to ache from the mixture of fear and excitement coursing through him. He knew what was coming – he had been dreading it since he first laid eyes on his beloved Mistress. As he entered the room, he saw the giant golden throne sitting proudly in the center, the same throne he had used to clean himself after each of their past encounters. His knees felt weak at the thought of what he was about to endure on that monstrous toilet. He approached it slowly, his eyes fixed on the gleaming porcelain surface, waiting for the command that would change his life forever. "Kneel." The Mistress's command rang out, and the slave instantly obeyed, dropping to his knees before the throne. "You are to worship me, and you are to serve me. But before you can do either of those things, you must first perform your most sacred duty. Kiss my feet, and acknowledge me as your true Mistress." The slave hesitated for a moment, his mind reeling at the thought of actually taking her feet in his mouth. But after a lifetime of obedience training, he could never disobey her. Slowly, reverently, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of her bare foot, savoring the tangy scent of sweat and sex that emanated from them. "Good boy," purred the Mistress. "Now, kneel before your mistress and serve her as she deserves." The slave lowered his head, bracing himself for what was to come. Mistress Mystique's gentle hands guided his head between her legs, allowing him access to his first target. The scent of urine was strong as he pressed his face into her crotch, but he pushed that thought from his mind, focusing instead on his ritual. He wrapped his lips around her crotch, sucking on her labia like they were the sweetest treats he had ever tasted. With one hand, he reached up to massage her bulging belly, feeling the weight of her unborn child pressing against his palm. As he suckled on his Mistress's quivering pussy, he could feel her body tremble with excitement. He knew she was close, and he redoubled his efforts, anxiously awaiting the moment when she would finally release her bladder into his eagerly awaiting mouth. With a long, shuddering sigh, Mistress Mystique surrendered herself to the feeling, letting her bladder empty into her faithful servant's mouth. He sucked eagerly, every muscle taut with anticipation as he felt her hot piss splash against the back of his throat. As she finished emptying her bladder, she gasped in pleasure, her inner walls clenching around the tip of his tongue. "Thank you, my toilet slave," she panted, pulling away from him slowly. "Your service has been most gratifying." She nodded towards the golden throne, a glint in her eye that made his heart race. "Now, on with the real business at hand." The slave crawled forward, his hands and knees leaving wet trails on the floor as he reached the monstrous toilet bowl. He looked up at his Mistress, pleading silently for his release from this torment. But she just shook her head, her eyes filled with mischief. With a deep breath, he hesitated for one final moment before lowering himself onto the cold porcelain seat. As he positioned himself over the bowl, he couldn't help but wonder: what other degrading acts did his beloved Mistress have in store for him? How long would he be forced to endure this life of toilet slavery? As the first warm stream of urine splashed into the toilet bowl, he felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. Despite the humiliation and shame he felt, he couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through his veins. He was Mistress Mystique's toilet slave, and he would serve her until his last drop of piss was spent.