Pee drinking toiletman - p - 2 DRINK MY PEE CLIP MIX - 10 - HQ 640x480

Mistress was watching as her toiletman, adorned in a perfect black toilet slave uniform, knelt in front of the gleaming white porcelain throne. His eyes were fixed on the shiny golden urinal plug that protruded from the center, and a wave of excitement rippled through his body as he anticipated the upcoming performance. The mistress had summoned him for a very particular purpose today - to partake in his favorite activity: pee drinking. As she savored the power she held over him and his twisted desires, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small vial of her own urine, which she casually poured into the toilet bowl. "Drink it all up, toiletman," she commanded, smirking as he hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward and taking a deep breath.

His tongue darted out, tasting the sweet and salty liquid as it rippled around the mouth of the urinal. It was only a sip, but it was enough to send shivers down his spine. The mistress took a step back, hands on her hips, as she watched him greedily consume every drop. He seemed to grow bolder with each sip, slurping noisily as if trying to extract every last molecule of her essence from the golden plug. As he neared the bottom of the urinal, his face contorted in ecstasy, and he let out a long, low moan of contentment. Mistress couldn't help but chuckle at his devotion.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the next prop: a crystal glass filled to the brim with gold-tinged liquid, the color of warm champagne. "Now this is really for you, my pet," she purred, leaning in close. The toiletman climbed onto the seat, his legs dangling precariously above the bowl as he awaited further instruction. His eyes were full of anticipation as he stared into the glass, willing it to be filled with his beloved mistress's piss. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she poured the entire contents into the toilet bowl, the icy liquid spilling over the sides and splashing against his chin. He didn't even flinch; instead, he took a deep breath and dove face-first into the puddle, lapping up every drop like a thirsty dog.

Mistress couldn't help but smile in approval as she watched him grovel in his own filth. "Now lets see you drink it all, my little toilet slave," she teased, stepping back to give him room. He obliged, obediently bobbing his head up and down as he slurped and gasped for breath between gulps. The fish-eyed expression on his face only served to fuel Mistress's fire, and she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. She watched as he drank every last drop, leaving the toilet bowl sparkling clean once again. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the mistress appreciating her control and the toiletman relishing in his delicious punishment.

With a final snap of her fingers, Mistress signaled the end of the performance. The toiletman stood shakily, his body trembling with exhaustion and excitement. He knew what came next - another round of training to prepare him for the day when he would be lucky enough to serve his mistress exclusively. As he trudged away, head bowed in submission, Mistress couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. Her toiletman was truly devoted -.and her dirty little secret was all her own.