Imagine waking up to find a human pee hole in your bathroom, accompanied by bonds to ensure immobility. As you approach to investigate, you notice the constant presence of a full bladder, a characteristic of those with a human pee hole like myself. We remain still as we observe soiled underwear, adorned with skid marks and pee stains, and witness crusty genitals ready to explode.
Gripping the pee bottle tightly with my mouth, I prepare for the task at hand, knowing there are no second chances and my mistress despises mistakes. The aroma of her delightful derriere and salty genitals fills the air, leaving me to wonder why she doesn’t request my cleaning services more frequently.
As the sound of urine escaping her fills the room, I prepare my throat for the warm, slightly salty shower she is about to bestow upon me. She generously provides a substantial amount, which I savor, relishing the rich taste of her pee. It’s as if I’m indulging in a delicious, or even better, beverage.
She shuffles around, searching for a special pitcher. To my surprise, she has more to offer. The loud splash of urine against the plastic pitcher signals its arrival. This batch smells stronger and creates bubbles at the bottom of the pitcher. She smiles at me, removing the bottle from my mouth and forming a cone with my lips. She pours the new batch into my mouth, and I eagerly gulp it down, allowing the golden elixir to cleanse my mouth, lips, tongue, and throat.
I am the bound pee hole, envy me!