Creampie Unlocked! Condoms Are a Luxury for a Meat Toilet Bitch! - 5
The instant my tongue touched the piss, a salty, nauseating taste flooded my mouth. I fought down the gag clawing up my throat — I couldn't afford to get scolded by Master — and lapped up the urine I had wet myself with, gathering it inside my mouth.
"Hngh... slurp... ugh... slurp... sluuurp...!"
The ammonia stench kept triggering reflexive gags. One of my cheeks was plastered to the floor, caked thick with the piss I had leaked.
"Ptoo."
"Sluuurp... eugh...!"
Master spat a thick, viscous wad of saliva onto my right cheek.
"Augh... slurp... sluuurp...!"
I kept lapping at my own piss with his spit dripping down the side of my face.
"Sluuurp... slurp... nngh!! Augh!!"
While I was frantically licking, Master lifted the foot that had been pinning my cheek and grabbed a fistful of my hair, hauling my head up off the floor.
"Ugh, you reek of piss."
"Augh..."
"Your right cheek's completely covered in it. Oh, but."
"Hic... yes...?"
"You know it actually suits you?"
"Auhn...♥"
"What did I call you?"
"A... a meat toilet...!"
"And what's a toilet for?"
"To take... piss... and cum...!"
"So does it make sense for a bitch like you to drink the piss you pissed out yourself, or not?"
"Haaugh... it... does...!"
"And the piss smeared all over your right cheek? That's like a toilet getting pissed on off-target, yeah?"
"Augh... th-that's right, Master.... Thank you... for treating me like a toilet...!♥"
The words spilled out of me without passing through my brain — thank you for treating me like a toilet. I never thought I would hear myself say that. It was as if the part of me that had already surrendered, that had already decided to submit completely to Master, had spoken on its own.
"....Open your mouth-cunt."
"Yes... aah...!"
I didn't argue. I opened my mouth-cunt for him at once.
"Nngh... slurp... ptoo."
"Aah... nngh... mmph..."
Master spat a thick wad of saliva straight into my mouth-cunt. I rolled it around inside, working it over my tongue.
"Hngh... mmph... mm... gulp..! Haa...!"
His spit had a sticky, clinging texture. I let it coat the inside of my mouth-cunt, tasting it, then swallowed it down my throat.
A chime rang out. I heard the sound once more.
"Hey. Look at this."
I lifted my head and Master shoved his phone in my face.
There was something we had agreed on when we drew up the contract last time. He would film on his own phone, and he would take full responsibility if anything ever leaked. Having to grab my phone every single time, unlock it, film, lock it again, then unlock it all over — it had clearly gotten tedious for him. At first the idea of having my filthy, degraded self recorded on someone else's phone made my skin crawl, and I worried about it leaking, so I hesitated. But Master promised he would take full responsibility and keep everything secure, and I agreed.
"Look at the sorry fucking state you were just in."
He opened the photo app and played a video.
"Hngh...!"
On the screen was me, kneeling in the bathroom, my tank top shoved up over my breasts, my bloomers yanked down so my pussy and asshole were completely exposed as I crouched on all fours. The bloomers hung off my left ankle. A puddle of piss had formed on the floor. Master had two fingers — his middle and ring — buried in my pussy, working them inside me.
"Nngh... haah...!♥"
It was as if the screen and my body were linked by some kind of telepathy. No — it wasn't that the sensation was being transmitted. It was that Master's fingering from moments ago was lighting up in my body all over again.
On screen, a wet squelching filled the air as Master churned his fingers inside me, pressing against my vaginal walls, and pussy juice came pouring out — and my actual pussy throbbed in answer, a tingling heat spreading through it.
"Haaugh... haah...!♥"
My pussy pulsed and I felt the sticky trickle of fresh juice leaking out. Now the video showed my juices bursting forth with a wet splat, splattering across Master's hand until it gleamed. Every time he rammed his fingers into me, my body — crouched like a dog — rocked forward and back.
If that's the case, then what I'm leaking right now isn't pussy juice — it's toilet water, isn't it?
"Auhn... haah...!♥"
The moment the video showed Master verbally tearing into me, humiliating me, another moan tore out of my mouth.
Click.
Master suddenly paused the video.
And then...
Smack!
"Hyaaah!!♥"
His palm cracked hard across my breast.
"You. You got wet again just from hearing yourself get cursed out, didn't you?"
"Hic...! Th-that's not...!"
"It's not?"
Smack!
"Aaauuugh!!!♥"
He spanked my ass, hard.
"Lift that pussy up."
"M-Master...!"
Smack!
"Haaaugh!!♥"
"I said lift it."
"Augh... yes...!"
Still on my knees, I bent forward and raised my ass for him.
"Auhn... haah...!"
I felt Master's hand on my pussy.
"Ahn... haah... hngh....♥"
He rubbed my outer and inner lips between his fingers. Every time his palm grazed the cleft of my labia and my clit, a shiver of electricity shot through me.
"Auhn... so sensitive... hngh...!!♥"
He worked my pussy with his hand for a while, then pulled away and held his palm up for me to see. Just as I expected — it was slick and gleaming, completely coated in my juices.
"Ugh... th-that's... uurk!!"
Mid-sentence, Master shoved his hand roughly into my mouth. He dragged his juice-smeared palm across my tongue like he was wiping it clean.
"Urgh... ugh...! Uuurgh!!"
After making me lick the pussy juice off his palm with my mouth-cunt, he started pushing his fingers deeper and deeper inside. Past my tongue, down into my throat, all the way to my uvula.
"Urgh...! Uurk...! Uuurgh!!"
His fingers kept prodding my uvula and I gagged hard. I felt like I was about to throw up any second.
"Urgh... uuuuurgh!! Kh... kack... kack-kack!!!"
Master finger-fucked my throat the same way he had finger-fucked my pussy, then finally pulled his hand out of my mouth. The instant he did, I coughed violently.
"No pussy juice? You were dripping just from getting cursed out."
"Auhn... th-that's not what this is...!♥"
"Then what is it?"
"I was already wet before you even started cursing me out... hah...!"
The words left my mouth and I realized.
I had just made a huge mistake...
"....You were wet before I even started?"
"Auh... th-that's...!"
Smack!
"Auhn!!!"
He spanked my pussy hard — my pussy that was already glossy and slick with juice. The wetness made it sting twice as badly.
"We haven't even properly started and you're already leaking pussy juice?"
"I... that's...!"
"You got wet the second you saw the video, before I even opened my mouth, you toilet bitch?"
"Th-th-that's right...!"
Once I had slipped up, I had no choice but to admit it.
"That's why even the bloomers."
"Augh...!"
Master grabbed my nipple hard with one hand.
"The second you walked in."
"Haaaugh...!♥"
He started twisting it. Pain bloomed through my breast.
"Got a little horny and immediately soaked yourself."
"Augh... augh... it hurts... it hurts....!"
"You get wet when I spank your pussy."
"Aaaugh!! Y-you're right..!"
"You get wet when I curse you out."
"I'm a perverted toilet bitch.... augh...!"
He let go of the nipple he had been pinching.
"Ptoo."
"Augh...!"
He spat a thick wad of saliva right in my face. The sticky spit clung to my cheek and slowly trickled down.
"Thank you... for spitting on me...♥ Augh...!"
The old me would have called the safeword on the spot, or gotten up, packed my things, and gone straight to the bathroom. In a worse mood I might have screamed and sworn at him. But not now. I had just been spat on and humiliated, and my body only burned hotter. The words thank you for spitting on me came out of my mouth all by themselves. The old me could never have imagined this.
"Look at you, going into heat even after getting spat on."
"Augh...!"
Master flicked my cheek with light, dismissive taps — the way you toy with someone you already have completely under your thumb. That should have made me angry too. Instead my body burned even hotter. My pussy itched and throbbed. My nipples stood stiff.
"Finish watching what you were watching. Your own pathetic ass."
"Augh..."
It was humiliating, but I had no choice. Master shoved the phone in front of my eyes again and hit play.
The video picked up with me sucking on his hand — the one absolutely coated in my own pussy juice.
"Nngh... haaugh...."
On screen, I was licking Master's palm like an ice cream cone, my eyes glazed, my face flushed with a lewd, dazed heat, lapping up the juices I had leaked myself. From his palm to the back of his hand, from the back of his hand to every knuckle, into the grooves between his fingers, all the way to his fingernails and fingertips — I licked him with a vulgar, filthy, obscene hunger.
The next scene was Master grabbing my hair and grinding one of my cheeks into the puddle of piss.
"Auhn... hngh... aah.... haaugh...!♥"
Shoved face-first into the floor by Master's hand, I was having my cheek forcibly smeared against the bright yellow piss I had leaked. It felt as if my head had been driven into the ground — and my humanity along with it, slammed down into the dirt, falling into the abyss.
Then came the scene of Master pinning one of my cheeks under his foot while I, following his orders, lapped at the piss puddle the way a dog laps water.
Watching myself get stepped on like that, I felt as if everything I was had been trampled, mocked, and violated. Being stepped on by Master in the first person — the pain of his weight, the nauseating ammonia stench, the unbearably salty taste of my own piss on my tongue — that was one thing. Seeing myself filmed in the third person was something else entirely.
I had not watched that much porn, but the video Master had shot looked filthier than any porn I had ever seen. What filled the screen in front of me was a record of my own violation — a produced, directed piece of fetish porn. And I was the star. In that video I looked like something that had fallen all the way to the bottom: a vulgar, obscene creature.
Seeing myself from the outside, I understood with a cold, objective clarity just how far I had fallen.