No Mercy Toilet Slavery - Drink my pee slave - 8

In the privacy of her bathroom, the Mistress prepared for another day of dominating her chosen toilet slave. Dressed in a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination, she approached the toilet bowl where the worm was already waiting. "Are you ready for your treat, my little worm?" she teased, her foot tapping impatiently against the cold tile floor. The worm, nervously eyeing the stream of piss that was already starting to fill up the bowl, nodded its head vigorously. "Good boy," she purred, lowering herself gracefully onto the toilet seat and spreading her legs invitingly. The worm's gaze was drawn instantly to her dripping sex, beads of moisture glistening in the dim light. "Drink my pee, slave," she commanded, arching her back to allow for easier access to her dripping cunt. The worm hesitated for a moment before plunging its face into the warm, amber fluid, lapping up every drop like a starved animal. "That's it, my little toilet slave," she cooed, feeling the warmth spread through her veins as she watched the worm drinking her pee. "You must swallow all." As the worm continued to drink, she used her free hand to stroke herself, her other hand toying with the taste of her piss on her tongue. She could feel her body trembling with excitement as she neared her climax. "Mm, your dirty mouth feels sooo good," she moaned, pulling the worm's head up gently by its hair. "Taste my cum, slave," she ordered, her pussy already starting to spasm while she watched her pee-drinking worm continue its task with relentless obedience. The worm's face was bathed in a mixture of her pee and her cum as she finally climaxed, her whole body shaking with ecstasy. "Thank you, my sweet toilet slave," she breathed, reaching down to pat his head affectionately. With one last look at the empty bowl, she stood up and flushed the toilet, washing away all traces of their intimate encounter. "Until next time, my little worm." And with that, she left the bathroom, humming happily to herself as she walked away, leaving the poor worm shivering in the still-warm toilet bowl, its eyes filled with a mixture of lust and fear... knowing that it would be waiting eagerly for its next assignment from its loving Mistress.