Toilet Slaves Scatology - Piss All Over Me, My Nasty Mistress! - Part 1

She made me eat her sweet cunt and then ordered me to finish off the food in the table, my hands tied behind my back. It felt so humiliating, being reduced to a slave who couldn't even clean up their own mess. I dutifully went down on the table and started to clean up the remnants of our meal, sucking on my fingers like they were a tastebud-enhancing tool. My mistress watched with amusement, her beautiful face betraying not a hint of emotion other than pure sadistic delight. She walked over to the table, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor, and sat down gracefully on the edge. "You can even suck my dirty toes if you want, toilet slave," she purred, propping one of her perfectly manicured feet up on the table for my perverted consumption. I couldn't resist; I went down and sucked her toes, just the way she likes it. Her sweet scent filled my nose as I lapped at the balls of her feet like they were the most prized aphrodisiac in the world. She moaned softly in appreciation, knowing full well that she was pushing my limits even further. Suddenly, she stood up and pulled the rope around my cock, showing me who's the boss around here. A thin stream of piss spurted out of her pussy, landing on my face and neck. Oh, how I loved being her unwilling toilet! "Drink it up, you filthy animal," she commanded, my cock throbbing with anticipation of her next move. She stepped back, bending over the side of the table in front of me. Her plump ass caught my eye, waiting to be violated once more. Without warning, she cried out and shuddered as a hot jet of piss hit the table between us. "That's right," she said, "piss all over me, my nasty mistress!" Her voice was muffled by the sound of running water as she pissed longer and harder, filling me with her disgusting, yet irresistible scent. My cock ached with desire, begging to be released from its painful bondage. I couldn't wait any longer; I leaned forward and buried my face in her ass crack, lapping up every drop of her golden nectar. The taste was incredible, a mix of warm pee and her musky perfume. I moaned in bliss as she continued to piss on me, her hand reaching back to grip my hair in encouragement. Part of me felt dirty and ashamed, but the other part was consumed by the power and submission of this forbidden act. I was her toilet, and I would do anything to make her happy. She finally stopped, her bladder spent, and straightened up, stepping away from the table. "Very good, toilet slave," she said with a wicked smile. "Now you know what happens when you disobey your mistress's orders."