Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Cant Pay My Rent, So My Landlady Pees on My Face! - Part 2

Once satisfied with her foot play, the cruel landlady commanded me to get down on my knees and clean her filthy shoes with my tongue. I hesitated for a moment but knew better than to disobey her. Trembling with fear and excitement, I lowered my head and started to lick and suck on her shoes, taking in their stale odor deep into my nostrils. The landlady groaned in pleasure as I serviced her feet and shoes, pushing her hair back and pinching what remained of her dignity. "That's it, toilet slave," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally allowed me to rest from my servitude. She stood up, her dress now completely soaked with the stench of urine and sweat from her legs. She smirked down at me, the anticipation clearly written all over her face. She commanded me to stand up and positioned me in front of the toilet bowl. Her eyes widened with pleasure as she watched me lower my pants and underwear to my ankles, revealing my bare ass. She grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me closer to the bowl. "Remember what I told you about the toilet being your new home?" She asked, her tone cold and menacing. Before I could answer, she roughly pushed me forward, forcing me to sit down on the cold porcelain surface. My heart pounded in my chest as I could feel the cool wall of the toilet bowl against my asshole. I could hear the sound of her zipper lowering, and I knew what was coming next. A stream of warm urine hit the back of my head, draining into the toilet bowl. "Oh, it feels so good to piss on your pathetic face," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She grabbed my chin and turned my head, aiming her piss stream straight at my open mouth. I couldn't help but gag and choke on the overwhelming taste of her urine. She continued to piss all over my face and body, relishing in my humiliation. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with her warm piss. I could feel the acidic stench burning my nostrils, but I refused to move. This was my punishment for being unable to pay the rent. After what felt like an eternity, she finally finished. She stepped back, grasping the hem of her dress and wiping the remaining drops of piss from her panties. She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the pathetic state I was in. "I hope you've learned your lesson," she said, her tone laced with sadism. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone to clean up the mess she had left behind.