I'm sitting on the toilet, my legs spread wide.You're kneeling on the floor in front of me, your eyes fixed on my crotch. Ican see the desperation in your gaze, the way you long to taste my urine.But I'm not going to let you. Not yet.You're my toilet slave, and you need to learn your place. Istart to piss, the stream hitting the toilet bowl. You watch, your tongue sticking out, trying to catch even a single drop. But I shift my hips, making sure you can't reach. Tears of frustration well up in your eyes, but you don't dare move.You know the rules. You must endure the humiliation, being so close to what you crave but unable to have it.Only if you're a good slave, only if you please me, will I allow you the privilege of tasting my piss.