Aroused by the sight and scent of my piss, my slave kneeled down in front of the toilet, his body shaking with anticipation. I sneered at him, taking another long drag from my cigarette before breathing out a warm cloud of smoke directly onto his face. He coughed and spluttered, trying desperately not to inhale any more of my foul breath.

I spat onto the floor next to him, painting a thick, yellow splotch on the cold tiles. "Now drink up," I purred, pouring yet another glass of pee for him. "My golden nectar, it's your new favorite drink, isn't it?" The slave nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with eagerness.

I placed the glass in front of him, watching as his trembling hands reached out to grasp it. He lifted the glass to his lips, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the taste. As he lowered his head and drank, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through my veins.

He choked back the initial shock of the pissy fluid, swallowing as quickly as he could to avoid gagging. His face flushed bright red, but he didn't stop. He wanted more; he needed more. I watched with dark pleasure as he drained the glass dry.

I smirked, walking around behind him to stand in front of the toilet. He looked up at me, his eyes begging for more, even as his throat burned from the forceful draught of pee. I grabbed hold of the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head to reveal myself naked to him.

I wasted no time in pushing him forward, forcing his face into my crotch. My pussy was slick with juices, already eager for his tongue. He lapped at me greedily, eager to please. Meanwhile, I used the toilet bowl as a urinal, emptying my bladder into it while he worshiped at my feet.

As I finished and pulled him back up, I whispered in his ear, "Good boy. Now drink up again." I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was eager to be filled with my piss once more. He drank until the glass was empty, groaning in pleasure as my warm liquid coated his throat.

I patted him on the head, feeling his hair wet with my saliva and piss. "That's what I'm talking about," I purred, grinning from ear to ear. "A true toilet slave, willing to drink his mistress's piss until he can't take anymore. You've proven yourself worthy indeed." And with that, I claimed him as my own, my personal toilet slave, bound to me forever by his own dark desires.