I nearly forgot about that slave I was keeping in my dungeon. He must be thirsty! I mean it�s prolly been days since his last drink before I threw him in his cold dingy cage. I find him weak and crumpled in the corner. I begin to release a hot steamy stream of piss into a wine glass I brought so my slave can quench his thirst. Go ahead, drink up! I know it you�d rather have water, but my sweet nectar is the only thing my slaves drink. Maybe if you drink the whole glass, I�ll let you wash it down with a fat loogie that I spit down your parched throat.FEMDOM POV, TOILET SLAVERY, HUMILIATION, TOILET HUMILIATION