No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 20 (for mobile devices)

In a dark and secluded chamber, there lies a man bound in the most intricate of ways. His body is contorted into the shape of a worm, his bare legs and arms twisted behind him in an unnatural manner. His head lies nestled between two steel toilet seats, forming an uncomfortable yet effective resting spot. He is the toilet slave, and his mistress Dr. No Mercy reigns supreme over him.

Dressed in a stylish, form-fitting black latex ensemble, Dr. No Mercy looms over her unsuspecting toilet slave. A cruel smirk plays across her lips as she eyes her captive with a mixture of amusement and malice. She strides confidently towards him, stopping just out of arm's reach.

"Worm," she purrs menacingly, her voice carrying an unmistakable undertone of pleasure, "it's time for your daily ritual. Drink my pee, then I'll give you a very special treat." Her words send shivers down the slave's spine; he knows what is coming, and he hates every second of it. Yet he also cannot deny the twisted thrill he gets from submitting himself to such degradation.

Dr. No Mercy steps closer, her heels clacking against the cold tile floor. She reaches down with one gloved hand and lifts the left toilet seat, revealing a gleaming glass filled with her freshly-made urine. The smell assaults the slave's nostrils, filling him with an unfamiliar mixture of repulsion and arousal. He can feel his cock beginning to harden in his confinement, despite himself.

"You will drink every drop, worm," she declares. "And when you're done, you will show me your appreciation." She gestures towards her bound captive, her finger tracing lazy circles in the air. "Now, open wide and prepare yourself for my sweet nectar." Her voice drips with menace, but there's an undeniable undertone of satisfaction as she watches her slave struggle against his bonds.

With a loud gulp, the slave opens his mouth as wide as he can. The glass is placed to his lips, and the cool liquid flows over his tongue. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the taste and smell that assault his senses. But as always, he knows he must swallow every drop. And so he begins, forcing himself to down the bitter-sweet liquid. His mistress watches, her eyes glinting with dark amusement.

When the glass is empty, Dr. No Mercy smirks in satisfaction. "Excellent, worm," she purred. "Now for your special treat." Reaching down once more, she lifts the right toilet seat, revealing her naked crotch contemptuously. "Drink my piss straight from the source," she orders, spreading her legs wider. "And don't you dare miss a single drop."

The slave lets out a whimper of protest, but he knows better than to disobey. Slowly, he lowers his head between her legs and begins lapping at her crotch. His tongue darts out, catching flecks of her urine and carrying them into his mouth. He can feel her musky scent filling his nostrils, mixing with the bitter sweetness of her piss. As he works, he can feel his cock throbbing uncontrollably against the cool tile.

When he's satisfied that he's managed to catch every drop, Dr. No Mercy leans down close to his face. "Good boy," she purrs. "Now, it's time for your final humiliation." With that, she spits directly into his open mouth, filling it with her saliva and whatever filth might have been lurking in her mouth. The taste sends shivers down his spine, but he knows better than to show any signs of displeasure.

Finally, she stands back and surveys her handiwork. The slave's body is twisted into an unnatural position, his chin resting against his chest. For a moment, she considers her options. Then, with a cruel smile, she kneels down next to him and begins scooping up the puddle of urine that has formed on the floor. She collects it in the sponge she keeps specifically for this purpose, squeezing it forcefully until every drop has been extracted.

When the sponge is full, she holds it aloft, her gaze locked with her slave's. "Open wide," she commands once more. "It's time for your final reward." Obediently, he opens his mouth as wide as he can. With a triumphant smile, Dr. No Mercy squeezes the sponge, forcing the remaining piss into his gaping mouth. He silently supplicates, willing to endure any humiliation if it means receiving the slightest bit of pleasure from his cruel mistress.

Finally, she steps back and surveys her handiwork once more. "Very good, worm," she croons, stroking his sweaty forehead with a gloved hand. "Now rest. Tomorrow, we'll start again." She turns on her heel and walks away, leaving the slave to lie in his own filth and contemplate his miserable existence. For he is the toilet slave, and none shall ever free him from his bondage.