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Veronica's body trembled as she climbed onto the toilet stool. Her heart raced in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. She had never been more excited or terrified in all her life. Her lips quivered as she looked down at the waiting toilet beneath her. She could feel the warm urine trickling down her thighs and pooling in the open space between them. Her wetness reminded her of her humiliating task at hand - to relieve herself and then drink every drop of her own piss.

She took a deep breath and lifted up her tight black dress. With shaking hands she pulled down her wet, blistered, and clueless panties to expose her sensitive peehole. The cool air against it made her shiver, but the pain was slowly fading into the background. All that remained was the intense desire to submit to her master, the Toiletman.

Veronica lowered herself down onto the cold porcelain toilet seat, her senses on overload. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cool wall of the toilet stall, and let out a long sigh. Her whole body tingled with anticipation as she spread her legs wide, opening herself up to her master. She gripped the edges of the toilet for support, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her eyes darted over to the Toiletman, who stood waiting patiently beside his very own toilet. He was clad in his distinctive mask and suit, which glinted eerily in the fluorescent lighting. Veronica shuddered as she remembered how he had brought her there, bound and gagged, and how she had begged and pleaded with him to spare her from this degrading task.

With trembling fingers, Veronica slipped her hand between her legs and positioned it just above her crotch. She felt the heat from her own body against her palm as she forced herself to relax. "I'm ready, Toiletman," she whispered hoarsely, her throat still sore from the gag he had used to silence her. "Drink my piss."

The Toiletman stepped forward, his black rubber boots squelching on the tile floor. He reached down and took hold of Veronica's shoulders, firmly but not roughly. She couldn't help but whimper as he positioned her just how he wanted her. He had lots of practice with his slaves, and Veronica was no different. She was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a toilet to be used and abused.

Slowly, he leaned down over Veronica's exposed body. His breath was hot against her skin, making her shiver in anticipation. As he positioned himself in front of her moist opening, she closed her eyes tightly, her palms pressed against the cold surface of the toilet. She steeled herself for the inevitable invasion, her heart pounding in her chest.

The Toiletman lowered his masked face towards her crotch. The moment his lips brushed against her skin, he plunged his tongue deep into her peehole. Veronica's whole body convulsed in shock and pleasure as she felt his hot tongue lapping up her piss. She cried out, her voice muffled by the gag still in her mouth. Around them, the sound of rushing water filled the room, echoing off the tiled walls.

As he drained her bladder, the Toiletman guided Veronica's hand. She squeezed her own thighs, feeling the pressure building up within her. She could feel the heat of his tongue against her most private spot, and it sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She knew that soon she would have to do something to relieve the pressure, but for now, she let herself surrender to his will.

Finally, the Toiletman pulled away with a wet, satisfied smile. He straightened up, his back arched slightly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. Veronica remained pressed against the cold toilet seat, her body quaking with aftershocks. Slowly, she raised herself up and looked down at the toilet bowl. It was filled with her own piss, a testament to her submission and humiliation.

"Well done, my pet," the Toiletman said, his voice a deep rumble. "Now drink up every last drop."

Veronica swallowed thickly. This part was always the hardest for her. With trembling hands, she reached out and placed her lips around the rims of the toilet bowl. She took a deep breath and lowered her mouth, letting her tongue swirl in the cool, piss-scented water. She closed her eyes tightly as she started to drink, her mind blanking out the taste and the sensation.

As she drained the last drops of her own piss from the bowl, Veronica felt a strange sense of pride and accomplishment. She had managed to please her master, even though it meant degrading herself in such a humiliating way. She knew that for the rest of the day, her body would ache with pleasure and shame, and her mind would be filled with images of her submitting to the Toiletman over and over again. And even though she hated herself for it, she knew that she would do it again, because she couldn't resist the rush of power and control that it brought her, even for just a few moments.

Slowly, Veronica climbed down from the toilet stool, her limbs trembling with exhaustion. She looked up at the Toiletman, her eyes filled with silent pleas for forgiveness and understanding. But all she saw in his eyes was a cold, emotionless stare, as if she were nothing more than a piece of furniture for him to use at will. And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her there, naked and soaked in her own shame.