DAY 4 OUT OF 5 AT BARCELONA WITH MY NEW TOILET SLAVEIt is the fourth day of my five-day stay in Barcelona, and the second time today I am using my human toilet. I am coming back from an intense gym session, my body still dripping with sweat, and the urge to relieve myself hits me hard while I am still walking down the street. By the time I reach the apartment, I expect my toilet slave to be ready and waiting for me; and he does not disappoint. I find him lying flat on the floor, completely surrendered, eager to serve his Goddess.I grant him the privilege of inhaling my sweaty ass, letting him drown in my post-workout musk. He moans with desperation, begging me to empty my bowels straight into his filthy mouth. But today, I only need to piss. I peel off my leggings, squat directly over his face, and use his mouth as my personal urinal, releasing a massive stream of hot piss while he gulps it down like the desperate toilet he is. Afterward, I tease him with my tight asshole, pressing it against his lips, taunting him with the knowledge of how badly he craves to watch my hole stretch open and push out a thick load of shit. He whimpers, knowing he must wait for what he truly deserves.
