Toilet Slave for my Boss

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Over the past few days, I have found myself in quite a strange situation. Every time I feel the need to use the bathroom, I have to ask my boss “May I please use the restroom Mistress?” Otherwise, she won’t let me go.

One afternoon I need to ask for her permission again, so I walk over to her office. I push on the door handle, but much to my annoyance, it doesn’t budge. I glance both ways before putting my ear up to the wood. It’s hard to hear what’s going on, if I had to guess I’d say she was arguing on the phone. I sigh and leave, pacing around the office doing menial tasks as I get increasingly more desperate. 

Half an hour later, I’m suddenly not sure I can wait any longer. I sent her an email some time ago, yet I received no response. I’m completely unable to sit or stand still, and worse yet, the pain in my bladder is becoming overwhelmingly unbearable. I grit my teeth and decide to head towards the hallway door. I hold my phone to my ear, pretending to be on a call as I wait outside the staff bathroom. After a few minutes, a co-worker holds their card to the reader and enters the restroom, so I slip in behind them to use one of the stalls. After I’m finished I come back to my desk to see a reply to the email I sent earlier. 

‘You are to arrive in my office at 5 pm sharp. 

You know exactly what this is about.’

I gulp, staring at the monitor in disbelief. “Damn it,” I mumble under my breath. I re-read the message several more times, hoping it will somehow change the words on the screen. I successfully try to lose myself in my work, and the next thing I know I’m checking the clock to see I only have a few minutes of freedom left. I feel my nervous anticipation quickly turn to frustration as I make up excuses for my disobedience. It wasn’t my fault she was on the phone and didn’t reply to me. Why am I even letting her control me like this anyway?

I get up from my desk and walk towards her office with a fiery attitude. When I open the door my boss looks at me sternly from behind the desk. She says “I’m disappointed, you-” I interrupt her “I tried to contact you, but you were busy. What else was I supposed to do?” I snap, slamming the door. 

She raises her eyebrows and asks in a sickly sweet voice “Oh, is that how we’re going to play it then?” She finishes up with her paperwork and rises out of her seat. As she does so, she appears taller than usual. I notice she’s wearing higher heels than she was the day prior, and it makes her stature look even more imposing. The cold look on her face as she walks towards me gives me goosebumps. “You don’t scare me,” I say with a smirk, crossing my arms in front of my chest. 

“I’m about to.” My boss says. Her fingers curl around my wrist in a tight grip, yanking me towards her. I stumble across the room as she tugs me to the leather sofa. She shoves her hand on my back, so hard I fall off balance and land across her lap. My boss lets go of my wrist to grab a fistful of my hair. I wriggle and jerk my head in response but, the more I struggle, the harder my hair is pulled. I quickly cease my useless attempts of escape. 

She lifts my dress up and pulls my panties down in one swift motion. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you?” She asks, spanking my bottom. I can’t help but giggle. “Answer me slut.” I suddenly feel a sharp stinging pain as she rapidly slaps my ass with more intensity, my soft flesh rippling from the force. “Y-yes Mistress,” I say. I grit my teeth and try my best to stay still as she continues to spank me. 

She inhales a deep breath and the next thing I hear is her rummaging in a draw. Suddenly, I feel another hit that causes me to cry out as she swings her arm down with a thick wooden paddle. I feel dread build inside me as I anxiously await the next smack. She mercilessly assaults my ass at a steady pace that causes me to yell out upon every burning smack. I squirm and accidentally pull on my hair, a painful reminder that I’m not going anywhere soon.

“I’m sorry Mistress!” I exclaim. “I don’t think you are.” She replies as hits me several more times. I wriggle and twist my body away from her but that only causes the paddle to land on my thighs. The back of my legs burn with a pain so strong I can’t help but beg “Please stop, I really am sorry Mistress.” She relents and says, “If you wish, I’ll stop spanking you now. But this does not mean your punishment is over.” 

“Thank you, Mistress,” I whisper. My boss stops holding me down and I slowly get up. “Are you sure you’re ready for the rest of your punishment?” I turn to her and meekly nod. She grabs ahold of my hand, leading me through her private bathroom. “Take off your clothes.” She instructs. I take each article of clothing off and neatly place them atop one another on the sink.

I fidget nervously as I stand naked in front of my boss. She tilts her head, looking me up and down. She steps forward and gently pushes my arms to the side to get a better view. She grabs my breast and rubs her thumb along my nipple, causing it to harden. “You look exquisite.” The corner of my lip twitches as I avert her gaze. “Now, be a good play toy and kneel in the shower facing your Mistress.” I nervously step into the shower and get into position. I was uncomfortable kneeling on the cold tile, but I dare not say anything. 

My boss leaves to get something, so I wait patiently for her. When she comes back I see her holding a metal ring with spikes attached to two black straps. “Open your mouth.” She says, and I obey. She puts the gag in my mouth and buckles it tightly around the back of my head. The ring forces my mouth into an open position at all times. When I see her begin to undress, my confused demeanour becomes overtaken by a horrified one. I try to speak but the words were a gurgled mess “Nuuugh pppluuuurr” is all I can get out. 

She laughs as she looks down at me. “Oh did you just figure out what’s about to happen to you?” She asks and I furiously shake my head no. “You’re going to be my little toilet slave. Do you really think you can go around disobeying *my* orders?” She shakes her head with a smirk. “You’re going to find out exactly how cruel I can be.” She says.  My boss reaches down to grab my hair and tilt my head up to look at her glistening pussy, locking me in place.  

“You better drink as much of my disgusting piss as you can, you filthy slut. I’ve been holding it in for you all afternoon, as you should have been.” She says. I see a small stream begin to rush out so I close my eyes, feeling the warm liquid fall on my face. I try to pull away as the bitter taste lands on my tongue, but she keeps me in place. The piss begins to rush out, warming me up as it runs down my face, falls onto my chest, and eventually pools in my lap before slowly draining through my legs.

“Swallow it!” She commands and yanks on my hair. I begrudgingly swallow it, gagging when I feel the liquid slide down my throat. Tears well up in my eyes at how horrible it tastes. As I sit here soaking wet, the air becomes filled with the acrid smell of her urine.

After a little while, the liquid stops. She presses my face into her pussy and commands “Lick it clean” I hesitantly stick out my tongue and begin to lap at her pussy, feeling the bitter taste again. As I keep licking the taste slowly goes away and I begin to taste her sweet wetness instead. After a while, she seems content and pulls back. “Well done slave.” She says, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

My boss crouches down so she is at eye level with me as she says. “How does it feel to be covered in my stinky piss?” I blush and stare down at the tiles. “I wondered why you were going on your phone so much at work. I had to see what was so intriguing to you. My my, what a surprise to see all of that delicious porn you were looking at, and to find that comment where you fantasized about me doing that to you. Was this everything you hoped it would be?”

She reaches behind me and takes the gag out, leaving a string of drool to hang from my mouth. I nod my head, “yes… thank you, Mistress.” I look up at her with a chagrin, warm smile. “Good girl. You know I’ve got a few more ideas myself that I’d like to try, but first, we need to wash all this pee off.” My mind races, eager to hear what else she wants to do. She lets me have a warm shower to clean myself off while she stays and talks to me about all the disgusting things we can do tonight at her place.

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