Epilogue: For the rest of her life It had been years since Master was
the first one to use Chloe in her capacity as a urinal, but he had by no
means been the last. Chloe had become somewhat of an attraction at the
club. So much so that two months after installing Chloe, the management
had removed all the other urinals at the club. The customers simply
preferred pissing down into Chloe's mouth as opposed to a regular
urinal. Her presence had also increased the sales of beer and other
types of alcohol with a diuretic effect. Beer festivals had become a
monthly event instead of an annual event. Chloe's presence had also
sparked other activities in the toilet. Many guys were greatly aroused
by the sight of the armless, legless and hopelessly objectified,
rubber-bound TV, and apart from the increasing number of people fucking
while looking at her; she now also attracted guys jacking off into her
permanently open mouth. Some nights Chloe attracted a whole bunch of
guys standing in a circle, jerking off into her mouth.
But mostly Chloe's life was an endless stream of piss filling her until
she felt like she was going to burst. It was especially bad during the
weekend, but there was a steady stream of people during the weeks as
well. Business slacked off during the daytime hours and the toilet was
cleaned everyday while the number of people in the club was low. The
cleaner, an elderly Chinese-looking man who never spoke to her, removed
the rubber covering Chloe and washed it. He also washed Chloe with a
cold, hard water jet. Then he checked that her catheter was in order,
but he only replaced it once a week. As he checked the catheter, he
never missed a chance to play with Chloe's erect cock. Chloe's libido
was still as strong as ever, perhaps even stronger than when she had
been installed, and she was still only allowed to cum when Master said
so. This meant that each day for a full hour, she had no choice put to
put up with the cruel torture of the elderly cleaner. Chloe cried and
her body trembled with unfulfilled desire, but she could no longer
object and trembling was about a much resistance she was capable of now.
When he was through playing with her cock, a task he obviously enjoyed,
he once again strapped it to Chloe's body and wrapped her in rubber,
sealing her off from the rest of the world. Then he threw fresh new
pellets into the newly cleaned urinal and left. The pellets looked and
smelled just like the pellets that are thrown into regular urinals to
prevent them from smelling so badly. Apart from the urine itself they
were Chloe's only source of nourishment. They rested on a grille at the
bottom of the funnel where they were gradually dissolved by the piss and
ran down into Chloe's mouth. They were not an improvement on the already
horrible taste of urine, but the provided two vital functions for the
urinal: they prevented her from smelling badly and provided her with the
nourishment she needed to survive.
A doctor had checked on Chloe recently and declared that she could live
for at least another fifteen years functioning as a urinal. When Chloe
had heard the doctor she had trembled with desperation and lust. She
knew that she was never going to be released. By her own count she had
been a urinal for five years now, but it might have been longer. Her
sense of time was extremely fuzzy.
Chloe's world had shrunk down to almost nothing. She could only look
straight up and see the people pissing down in her mouth and the ceiling
beyond them. Her rubber hood even robbed her of her peripheral vision
and the cleaner meticulously taped her eyes shut when he removed her
rubbers. She lived only to swallow urine and provide arousal to others.
Not that it bothered Chloe anymore. After a short initial period of
intense desperation Chloe had come to realize that being turned into a
urinal, a mere object, was the best thing that could have happened to
her. Although filled with a constant and almost paralyzing fear of being
inadequate as a urinal, the hopelessness, helplessness and complete and
utter submission in her situation aroused her more than she could ever
express. Or rather would have been able to express if she had had the
ability to do so. She felt deep affection for Master for being so good
and kind as to not only recognize this, but to actually do it to her
And finally Chloe knew she was special to Master. He came to see her
regularly and the first weekend of each moth was special. Very special.
On the first Saturday of each month Master came to the club, usually
accompanied by his newest little slave boy or sissy. He always started
by releasing a long stream of piss into Chloe's mouth and she relished
every drop. Then he would have his newest possession piss into Chloe as
well, so that she could see that they were properly chastised. Their
faces always revealed that Master absolutely did not allow them to cum.
The all looked at Chloe with a mixture of horror and envy and none of
them were with Master for long. Master told her that he sold them to
wealthy men both in the country and abroad and always the slaves looked
desperate when he said this.
Master's new slaves looked at Chloe with envy because Master allowed her
to cum. Once a month, on Saturday night, a small crowd would gather in
the toilet to see Master play with his possession. He would take out her
member, yank the catheter out and begin to gently manipulate Chloe's
member. As always it drove her absolutely wild and he enjoyed keeping
her on the edge for hours at a time. While he did this people would
still use Chloe and soon the taste of piss, the feeling of swallowing
the disgusting liquid, was inextricably linked with the feeling of
intense pleasure, further intensifying her commitment to Master and
plunging her deeper into absolute submission.
Eventually, just as Chloe thought that Master would deny her the orgasm
after all, he would grant her release. Most of the time using his
skilled hands, but sometimes but rubbing her cock against the floor with
his shoe or by letting his new slave trample Chloe's member with his or
her stiletto shoe. The end result was always the same as Chloe exploded
in a truly massive orgasm, her whole body shuddering as her semen
covered a large part of the floor. Afterwards, as Master's new slave
licked the floor clean, Chloe would be filled with affection for this
unbelievably cruel man who had turned her into just another filthy
urinal. Chloe knew that she owed everything to this man and she loved
him deeply. Master had known that she was nothing but a dirty,
piss-loving whore and he had done to her that which she deep down inside
had wanted most. Chloe, who would never leave the toilet and whose life
consisted in swallowing piss, was happy and grateful. She loved Master.
THE END 2NN
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