Human Pisspot Training
“Fill the bowl, wretched slave.”
Her face flushed with that mix of joy and anger unique to sadistic women. Earlier she commanded her slave to empty his bladder, to urinate into a bowl.
The flow lessened, began to dribble. He struggled to expel urine solely by force of will.
She screamed at him:
“Fill the bowl!”
He squeezed his crotch muscles. Futile stress. Only drops fell. Stopped. He drained himself.
Fear made him stupid. He spoke:
“Please Goddess Analiese, give me time.”
She slapped his face with the crop. And again.
“Don’t waste your tears. Cry into the bowl.”
She kicked the slave away. Standing over it, she topped off the bowl.
The slave warily, carefully rubbed his facial welts. This seemed to enrage her.
She grabbed his scrotal sac. Squeezing his testicles tight, she whipped them. He begged for mercy. She only grew angrier.
“Worthless. Worthless. Worthless.”
Grabbing his penis, Goddess Analiese pulled. Crawling on his knees, he struggled to keep pace.
At the door of his cubby, little more than a closet, she released him.
He crawled in, fell to the floor, wrapped himself in a ball.
Her smile, if he had seen it, would not have comforted the slave. He did not know why she made him pee into a bowl. She did and grinned in anticipation of tomorrow’s fun.
The next morning, she summoned her slave to the bathroom. The sickening stench overpowered him. Only fear of Goddess Analiese kept him in the room.
“We’ll play a game. You will stick your face into the bowl. The longer you stay, the less I’ll torture you.”
He did not move.
“If you don’t obey, I’ll whip your testicles for twenty-four hours. You might not survive. That would be OK. Maybe I would get a humbler slave man. One who did as he was told.”
Goddess Analiese is always sarcastic. But promises like this are no joke. She might maim, mutilate, even kill him.
The slave struggled with his revulsion. He forced his face into the stinking yellow piss.
Nausea overcame him. He felt sick, poisoned.
He started to raise his head. Something hard pressed down on the back of his neck. Goddess Analiese’s shoe. She held him down.
Drowning, he opened his mouth. The nasty fluid gushed in. He flailed.
The pressure on his neck vanished. He rose.
Goddess Analiese laughed. For a few moments she could not stop.
She kicked the bowl over. Filthy liquid spread.
“Lick it, slave. Lick it all up.”
She sat and watched him obey. Enjoyed his grimaces of disgust.
“You are such a stoic slave. I thought humiliating would be impossible. This a wonderful morning.”
As he slurped, he blushed.
“You are just a pisspot. That is your new name: pisspot.”
“You will drink all your piss. All of mine. Every visitor’s. Even other slaves. Nothing else. Forever.”
Goddess Analiese chuckled to herself for the rest of the day.