I stood looking at her ,knwoing bt not wanting to admit it to my self .I craved to be her toilet slave ,I had tasted my own urine ,it was not the taste I relised but the complete subbmission ,it was the fact that another person ,a woman ,could make me ingest her pee,and yet make was the wrong word ,she sat on the *THRONE* watching me not saying word ,and Iknew what was xpected of me ,Should I ask ,should I crawl to her ,should I walk in ,was I remove the sheer teddy and thong .
what was it that pushed me to want to kneel in front of her ,how would it work ,she would have to slide forward ,I would have to some how get into position ,would she punsh me if I let soem of her piss spill ,it was all to much to think about ,if only she would give me a sign ,i could see she was getting impatient ,I didnt want to blow it i whispered please tell me Miss Lisa