As Diana emerged from the bathroom, her triumphant grin widened. She could see the excitement in Gabi's eyes as she approached, eagerly anticipating what was about to happen next. Diana's plan was going perfectly; they were going to create a memory that Gabi would cherish for years to come.
"Are you ready for your reward, my little toilet slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the terrified boy by his throat and forced him down onto the cold tiled floor. She positioned herself comfortably over his wriggling form, her dripping wet pussy just inches from his hungry mouth.
"Open wide," she commanded, "and swallow every last drop." Saying this, she lowered herself onto the young boy's face, thinking of how much power and control she held over him right now. With each thrust of her hips, she felt the warmth of her piss filling his mouth, flooding down his throat.
But then an idea occurred to her. This wasn't enough; she wanted to make sure he never forgot this moment. Grabbing a roll of duct tape from under the sink, she swiftly wrapped it around his head, sealing his mouth shut. He couldn't scream, couldn't protest, and most importantly, couldn't spit any of her delicious fluids out.
Her heart racing with excitement, Diana pulled back slightly and glared down at the helpless boy beneath her. She could feel his heart beating against her crotch as she steadied herself once more before starting again. This time, she pounded into him with renewed vigor, determined to make him swallow every last drop.
Her hands found their way between their bodies, massaging and teasing her swollen clit as she felt it grow slick with anticipation. It wasn't long before she was thrusting down onto him with all her might, her muscles tensing and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Each time she came, another jet of piss pounded into his belly, and another mouthful was forced down his throat by her relentless thrusts.
Finally, she pulled away, a satisfied smile on her lips. With shaking hands, she reached for the scissors and sliced through the duct tape around his head. He coughed and spluttered, trying to catch his breath as he lay there, his body a mess of sticky fluid.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as she saw the fear and disgust etched into his features. But that was the price he paid for being her toilet slave, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
