Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pissing on Newly Bought Slave!

Emily, the Mistress of Toilet Slaves Scatology, sat on her plush throne, admiring her latest acquisition. Her new toilet slave was bound and gagged, trembling in fear beneath her. She loved the way they shivered with anticipation when she approached them. It was as if they knew what waited for them at her feet - a lifetime of humiliation and filth. Today's lesson was going to be particularly challenging for this slave. Emily intended to push him to his limits and beyond. She stood up from her throne and approached him menacingly, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. As she neared, she bent down and grabbed one of his shaking hands, lifting it up to sniff it. The stench of fear and desperation wafted up to her nose, but she didn't flinch. This was his fate - to be at her mercy, always. "You've made a good start," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you've got a long way to go before you're ready for the VIP clients." She let go of his hand and walked over to a large, golden toilet throne. It sat gleaming in the center of the room, like a throne fit for a queen. But today, it was to be the site of this slave's humiliation. "Time to learn how to take a piss like a champ," she announced, her voice echoing through the spacious room. She sat down on the toilet, spreading her legs invitingly. Her glistening black pussy was barely concealed by the thin fabric of her thong. The slave's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he realized what she intended. "Don't be such a baby," Emily chuckled, her ample breasts jiggling seductively. "It's not like you haven't done it before, have you?" She didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she lifted up her thong and let it fall to the ground, revealing her juicy, pink ass. Then, she leaned forward and ran a tongue along the line of her anus, cleaning herself for the slave's pleasure. Next, she reached down between her legs and grabbed hold of his cock. "Now, let me see what you've got," she said, giving it a firm tug. His cock twitched in response, eager to please its Mistress. "That's a good boy," she purred, stroking it gently. "Now, get ready to take your first sip of my nectar." With that, she lifted her wet cunt up to his face, pushing his head down towards her pussy juices. They dripped down his chin and onto his chest as he struggled to take it all in. "Suck it up, slave," Emily commanded, slapping his face lightly. "You're going to need all the practice you can get if you want to please the VIPs." And with that, she let out a powerful stream of urine, aiming it straight into his open mouth. The hot, salty liquid filled his mouth, running down his throat and spilling out onto his chest. He gagged and spluttered, choking on the intense flow. But Emily was relentless. She kept pouring her piss down his throat until he had taken every last drop. Finally, she stood up and admired her handiwork. The slave was a pitiful sight, covered in her pussy juices and piss, his clothes soaked through and muddied. But to Emily, he was beautiful - a testament to her power and dominance over him. With a satisfied smile, she turned and walked back to her throne, leaving him to clean up the mess she had made.