Pee drinking toiletman - p - 2 DRINK MY PEE - 08 - HQ 640x480

By the time Toiletman arrived at the lavish mansion, he was already hard at work. The job wasn't the most pleasant one, but it paid well; better than he had ever expected to earn. As he walked down the long, marbled hallway, wearing only a pair of tight black rubber shorts and a matching shiny rubber chest harness, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of submission and anticipation coursing through his body. He knew exactly what was in store for him once he reached his mistress' chambers.

The moment he opened the door, he was met with the sight of a young, beautiful woman standing over a golden throne toilet. She was wearing a stunning black latex dress that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her ample cleavage and shapely thighs. Her red lips curled into a sinister smile as she turned around to face him, her long black hair flowing elegantly down her back.

"Toiletman," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I've been waiting for you. Are you ready to serve your mistress?"

Without uttering a word, Toiletman knelt down before the toilet and began to undo the buckles on his harness, revealing his silver cock cage and a pair of metal nipple clamps attached to a chain. He slowly removed his rubber shorts, exposing his perfectly shaven balls and ass. His cock, already hard from anticipation, throbbed in his cage, begging to be set free.

The woman walked around him, running her gloved hands over his naked body, tracing patterns on his skin that sent shivers down his spine. She smiled cruelly before reaching for a small key hanging from her necklace. Unlocking the cage, she pulled it open with a loud clang, freeing his rock-hard cock. "Drink," she commanded, pointing at the golden toilet bowl before her.

Without hesitation, Toiletman leaned forward and pressed his lips against the cool porcelain rim of the toilet. He felt her warm, sweet-smelling pee flowing out of her pussy and down his throat, allowing her to completely control him. As he drank more and more of her golden nectar, his face grew redder and his eyes watered, but he didn't stop. This was his ultimate submission, and he would gladly give in to his mistress' every whim.

By the time she was finished emptying her bladder into his waiting mouth, he felt completely drained but utterly satisfied. She applauded him softly before undoing the clamps on his nipples, causing sharp pains to shoot through his body. "Very good, Toiletman," she praised, her voice now laced with approval. "Tomorrow you will serve me once again." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him there, kneeling before the golden toilet throne.