The final lesson of the day. He stood over me while I lay on the bathroom floor, my jaw locked open, my head tilted back. I was no longer a woman; I was a piece of plumbing.
“Time to empty the tank, you disgusting sow,” he mocked.
I felt the first hot spray of urine hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, gagging as the salty, warm liquid filled my mouth. He didn’t stop, continuing to piss directly down my gullet, forcing me to swallow in rhythmic gulps just to keep from drowning.
“Drink it up,” he sneered, the sound of the stream splashing against my tongue. “This is all you deserve. You’re not a person, Edith. You’re a fucking urinal. A place for me to dump my waste.”
He finished with a few final drops, leaving me drenched and smelling of ammonia. As he zipped up, he kicked me lightly in the ribs.
“Clean the floor with your tongue, then get back in your kennel. I might decide to use you again tomorrow if you’re a good little toilet.”
I stayed there, tasting his piss, completely erased, existing only to serve his every whim.
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