No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 16 (for mobile devices)

A cute and innocent-looking woman stood over her worm slave, a man bound and helpless in a toilet stall. She wore a pair of slim jeans and a revealing top that showed off her perky breasts. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she held a feeding bottle filled with yellow liquid – her freshly-made pee!

She placed the funnel into the man's mouth, leering down at him as he struggled helplessly beneath her. His gaze flicked between her exposed cleavage and the bottle being fed towards his lips. He tried to resist but soon enough, the pee began trickling down his throat, washing away his protests. He couldn't believe the taste – it was gross yet mesmerizingly addictive.

As he choked down the pee, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a half-smoked cigarette. She grinned wickedly before slowly exhaling the smoke into his mouth, filling it with her bitter sweet scent. "Swallow it," she commanded, seeing the disgust in his eyes, "every drop."

Obediently, the man swallowed the mixture of smoke and pee, feeling the familiar burn in his throat. He looked up at her, pleading with his eyes for mercy, but she only smirked down at him, her body language radiating dominance and control.

Grabbing him by the hair, she pulled his face close to hers. "You're such a filthy animal," she breathed, feeling his warm breath on her skin. With her other hand, she reached around, pinching his nipples roughly, watching as they hardened under her touch. She leaned in closer still, teasing him with her lips. "Maybe some of this delicious pee will convince you to be a good little worm for me..."

In that moment, she felt a rush of power course through her veins. She was in control – of him, of his bodily fluids, of even his thoughts. As she laughed softly, she pulled her thrust away from his lips, leaving him panting and desperate for more. "That's enough for now, my little worm. Remember, always drink up every last drop of Mommy's pee..."

With that, she walked away, leaving the man alone in the filthy stall, wondering when his next fix of her pee would come. As he sat there, the weight of her words echoed in his mind: drink up every last drop...