Toilet Slaves Scatology - Piss Flavored Bath! - Full

In the luxurious bathroom of her mansion, Mistress Amelia, the Queen of Toilet Slaves Scatology, prepared for another indulgent day with her loyal servant. The slave was already kneeling by the side of the marble bathtub, his eyes fixed on his Mistress as she gradually undressed herself. His cock, already half-hard with anticipation, twitched in excitement at the sight of his Mistress' voluptuous body. Amelia chuckled darkly and motioned for him to step into the tub.

The slave hesitated for a moment before stepping into the warm water, feeling the gentle caress of his Mistress' lavender-scented bath salts against his skin. As he lowered himself into the tub, Amelia grabbed a pitcher filled with her sweet, golden urine and began pouring it over his body. "Drink it up, slave," she purred, "every drop is pure pleasure from my sacred urinal."

Obeying his Mistress' orders without question, the slave lifted his head from the water and opened his mouth as she poured more of her piss down his throat. The warm, metallic taste of her pee filled his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. As he felt himself growing harder in the warm bath, he looked up at Amelia, his eyes pleading for more. She laughed and pushed his head back under the water, watching as he struggled to keep his mouth above the surface to drink her piss.

Amelia then reached between the slave's legs and began stroking his cock, causing him to moan in mixed pleasure and torment. "You like that, don't you, my pathetic little cocksucker?" she taunted as she continued to piss into the tub, creating small waves that lapped at his body. The slave could only nod his head in response, unable to speak because of the piss filling his mouth.

Feeling the slave's cock twitching in anticipation, Amelia positioned her hand and began jerking him off as she continued to pour her piss over his face and down his throat. With each thrust of her wrist, she felt his cock throbbing in response, and knew she had her slave right where she wanted him - helpless and completely under her control. With one final thrust, the slave erupted into her bath water, sending bits of her piss flying through the air as he released his load. Amelia laughed and pushed his head back under the water, watching as he continued to drink her piss in a dazed post-orgasmic haze.

Finally, satisfied with her slave's submission, Amelia placed the pitcher on a nearby shelf and began to clean him. She scrubbed his body with a soft sponge, washing away every trace of her piss from his skin. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. For this was her true calling, to dominate and control the weak-willed, to make them her playthings. And this pathetic little slave was just one more example of her power.