Toilet for mistress

You are nothing but a toilet for her. There is freedom in accepting this simple fact. You are just a tool for her to satisfy her daily needs. She’s the divinity and the goddess and it is a waste for her to flush the golden juices down the drain. It is a sacrilege, especially since you are always ready to open your mouth for her to use, to be of service, to worship and drink, drink, drink everything to the last drop. Her piss is like rain falling on the dried up land for you. Everything inside you, that was shrivelled and withering suddenly springs to life. When she squats above you, her legs spread, her divine cunt opening and rivers of golden juice flow freely and profusely into your mouth. Her piss is warm, fresh, tastes like clean spring water. And you know in that moment that is the reason why you came into this world, to serve the goddess, to be her tool, her toilet, to be her toilet paper. You offer your mouth and tongue willingly. You are desperate for her to use them.

You are mummified and immobilized, tight foil wrapped around your body. You can’t move, only parts of you that she left without restraint are your cock and your mouth. Your cock is rock hard, towering above the rest of your body like a tree on a hill, reaching into the heights. She orders you to keep your mouth open and your tongue out. Whenever she wants to piss you need to be ready. Your body opens for her, willing and thirsty like soil without rain. You want her rain. The depth of you needs that liquid that be reinvigorates you. You stop being you. Your thoughts and desires disappear. You give yourself to her completely. You belong to her. Control or influence are not necessary. They are for the outer world, for other, not for you. Your ego dissolves in servitude, in obedience.

She’s drinking coffee, from a double walled little mug, black as night. You watch her sip it. As hot liquid moves through her body you prepare to consume it. That coffee will necessarily turn into golden rain and pour into your mouth and you’ll accept it willingly and obediently. That’s what you were made for, born for, that’s why you are here.

She sips coffee, comes closer. Her fingers brush against your cock and the sensation sends shivers through your body. It’s such a light touch, but you are so starved for that touch. You so cherish it because it’s so rare. It’s the goddess touching, caressing her creation. You gulp, dare to close your mouth for a moment and are rewarded with a slap for disobedience. You’ve deserved it and keep your mouth open for the next 10 or 20 minutes, maybe 3. You don’t know. Time loses its meaning. You are not a man any longer. You are her tool, device, you are a hill on which she squats to piss and you’ll accept and devour her delicious, warm liquid to the last drop.

Finally she sets the cup of coffee aside, stands above you, her legs spread wide. Those are strong and muscular legs of a true goddess. Your gaze moves up and up, to the place of creation, the hole out of which creation comes. It’s pink and soft and mesmerizing and you can’t take your eyes away from it and when she squats above you, her divine opening hovering over your mouth, you are already prepared to consume every drop. She is pissing slowly, a drop after drop, after drop. She’s gracious enough to allow you to slowly swallow everything. Sometimes it’s a torrent that drowns you, like a waterfall, it splashes all over you, soaking you, drowning you, but not this time. This time she’s pissing slowly and you can swallow it all.

Once her bladder is empty she uses your tongue as toilet paper. You are immobilized, your whole body is on no use, only your head and your mouth that she graciously uses to wipe her wet pussy. You lick every drop of piss. There is some on her legs. She has you lick that off as well. You are ready and willing to follow this command.

“Lick”, she orders. And you obey. You are so eager and willing to obey her. She puts her toes in your mouth and you lick them too, clean every toe, swallow every drop of piss that was spilled and wasted.

For hours and hours, as she goes about her day, drinks her coffee, eats lunch, talks over the phone, works at the computer, you lie there, ready to serve and consume everything that comes out of her body.