Pee drinking toiletman - p - EXTREMAL HUMILIATION - 18 - HD 1280x720

In the dimly lit dungeon, the scent of urine and humiliation filled the air. Mistress Weronika stood before her toilet slave, a malicious grin spread across her face as she admired her handiwork. The pathetic creature knelt on the cold stone floor, eyes fixed on the floor, head bowed in submission. His once proud cock and balls were now little more than a grotesque, shriveled mass. Weronika approached the slave, her high heels clicking on the floor, and reached down to unzip his filthy, piss-stained jumpsuit. As she pulled it away, revealing his naked form, she let out a chuckle. "You have become such a good little toilet boy, haven't you?" She whispered in his ear before stepping back to reveal her full arsenal of humiliation. The toilet slave's eyes widened in fear as he saw what his Mistress had in store for him today. In front of him was a bedpan, filled to the brim with his own sickly golden piss. It reeked of desperation and humiliation; just the smell was enough to make him gag. But he knew better than to refuse his Mistress's orders. Weronika raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her slave to obey. After a few moments of hesitation, the slave lowered his head and opened his mouth wide. A pungent mixture of fear and piss filled the air as he prepared to drink his mistress's disgusting concoction. With a deranged smile, Weronika poured the entire contents of the bedpan into her slave's mouth. He gagged and coughed as the warm, piss-filled liquid filled his throat, and then he began to swallow. She watched with glee as he choked down every last drop, making him feel every ounce of the humiliation he so richly deserved. Once he had finished, Weronika lifted her leg and placed her foot on his chest. "Now it's time for your reward," she purred. With that, she emptied her bladder directly onto his face, the hot stream of pee hitting him square in the eye. He felt the warmth of the piss wash over him, a mix of pleasure and shame coursing through his veins. Weronika stepped back, surveying her handiwork once more. The toilet slave was nothing more than a pathetic creature, living to serve his Mistress's every twisted whim. And as long as he was at her mercy, she would keep him here, broken and humiliated. "Drink it up," she commanded, handing him a towel to wipe away his tears. He nodded, grabbing the towel and pulling it to his face. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait to endure it again.