No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 17 (for mobile devices)

You are in a dark room, your Master is kneeling before you. She is wearing dirty panties, her crotch is stained with her own juices mixed with your saliva. You have been her toilet slave for some time now, and today, this is the task she has set before you. You must not only clean her panties with your tongue, but you must also clean her dirty shoes with your mouth. The woman, your Mistress, looks down at you with disdain. "Get to work, slave," she hisses. You feel a dark thrill run through you as you reach up to take her panties from her. Your mouth waters as you see the mix of her juices and sweat soiling them. Gently, you place your lips around her crotch and suck in your breath, pulling the fabric into your mouth. You can feel her wetness coating your tongue as you clean her panties. You hear her approval as she watches you work, her feet moving back and forth against your face, dirtying her shoes. Your mouth fills with her musky scent, and you can taste her arousal. You know that this is what you were created for, to serve her every need, to be her personal toilet. As you finish with her panties, she stands up straight and steps out of your reach, enjoying the power she holds over you. "Now for the main course," she says, her voice low and threatening. She turns around, bending over at the waist so that her perfect ass is presented to you. You can see her wet crack glistening in the dim light. Without further instruction, you lower yourself onto the floor, crawling towards her. Your lips part as you approach, eager to taste her once more. She lets out a moan of anticipation as you reach her, your tongue flicking out to lap at her wetness. "That's it, slave," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. Her scent overwhelms you as you push yourself closer, your nose brushing against her firm cheeks. You can feel her muscles tensing beneath your tongue as you lap up her juices, knowing that soon you will be drinking her pee. You inhale deeply, savoring the mix of fear and lust that fills the air. Without warning, she pulls away. Your heart sinks as you realize that she's not finished with you yet. She reaches into her bag, pulling out a funnel. Your eyes widen in understanding as she smirks down at you. "Time to drink up, slave," she croons, holding the funnel to her pussy. You scramble to your feet, still on your knees. As she lowers herself onto the funnel, you brace yourself for what's to come. You feel her hot pee fill the funnel, and then she lifts it up, offering it to you. Without hesitation, you open your mouth wide, taking the entire contents of the funnel into your mouth. Her pee is warm, salty, and powerful. It flows down your throat, filling you up. You can feel her satisfaction as she watches you drink, her hands running through your hair. "Drink every drop, slave," she demands. You gulp loudly, trying to swallow the powerful stream of pee more quickly. As her voided bladder begins to relax, the flow slows, and she pulls the funnel away, stroking your cheeks. "Good job, slave," she murmurs, her voice almost gentle. "You may clean yourself off now." With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you kneeling on the floor. You lick your lips, tasting the remnants of her pee mixed with your own saliva. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize that you would do anything for her, that you are hers, body and soul.