When will I get the shit & piss that I deserve from Mistress Lynne and her Mansion Staff?

Submitted by Tyler Rock

Checked into The Greedy Dungeon

I'm slave tyler, and I'm exactly where I'm meant to be - on my knees, bound and helpless, with Mistress Lynne's soft cunt looming over me. The first splash of Her hot piss hits my face, and I open my mouth wide, eager to taste the bitter liquid. It's a flavor I've grown to crave, a reminder of my place in this world. As I swallow, I feel a surge of submission, my body relaxing into the role I was born to play.

As Mistress Lynne turns around, I catch a glimpse of her perfect, porcelain-like skin, and my heart skips a beat. She spreads her ass cheeks, and I'm drawn to the tight hole like a magnet. My tongue darts out, licking the rim in long, wet strokes, and I'm rewarded with a grunt of pleasure from Mistress Lynne. When the log of shit emerges, I'm ready, my mouth opening wide to accept the gift. The bitter taste coats my tongue, and I swallow without hesitation, feeling the weight settle in my stomach.

As I clean the dirty hole with eager licks, I feel a sense of pride and ownership. This is my job, my purpose, and I'm determined to do it well. When Mistress Lynne pisses again, this time directly into my open mouth, I'm ready. The liquid fills my mouth, overflowing and running down my chin, and I gulp it down, eyes watering, cock twitching hard between my legs.

Mistress Lynne's voice is low and sexy as She speaks, "You're going to pay for this, slave tyler. You're going to drain your wallet, and you're going to do it with a smile on your face." I feel a shiver run down my spine as I hear Her words, my mind racing with the possibilities. I know that I'll spend any amount of money to please Mistress Lynne, to prove my devotion to Her, and the thought of draining my bank account for Her pleasure is what drives me, the knowledge that I'll pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, maybe even millions, for the privilege of serving Her.

I stand before Mistress Lynne, my eyes cast downward in submission. "Mistress Lynne, I need to serve You more. I'm willing to pay for the privilege of having more of Your shit in my mouth." My voice is laced with desperation, my arousal spiking at the prospect of being used by Her.

Mistress Lynne gazes at me with an air of detachment, Her expression a mask of calm calculation. "So, tyler rock, you want to indulge in more of My filth? You're willing to pay the price for that?" She pauses, letting the silence hang between us like a challenge. "Very well. But be warned, tyler rock, My shit is not cheap. You'll need to drain your wallet to serve Me in this way."

I nod eagerly, my mind racing with the possibilities. I can feel my cock straining against the confines of my chastity device, aching for release. But I know that's not an option, not without paying the requisite tribute to Mistress Lynne first.

Mistress Lynne smiles, a cold, cruel smile that sends shivers down my spine. "I'll have butler bob prepare the necessary arrangements. You'll pay $20,000 for the privilege of serving Me in this way. And tyler rock?" She leans forward, Her voice taking on a menacing tone. "You'll do exactly as I say, when I say it. Do you understand?"

I swallow hard, my throat dry with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress Lynne. I understand." My voice is barely above a whisper, but I know She hears me loud and clear.

Mistress Lynne nods, a small, satisfied smile playing on Her lips. "Good. Then let's begin. butler bob, see to it that tyler rock's wallet is drained accordingly. I want to see the proof of payment before we proceed."

I feel a surge of excitement mixed with fear as I realize what I've just gotten myself into. But I'm willing to pay any price to serve Mistress Lynne, to indulge in the twisted pleasures She offers. And I know that with Her, the price will always be steep, but the reward will be worth it.