After Aurora was satisfied with my job, she leaned back, and I felt a steady stream of warm, salty piss flooding my mouth. Though I swallowed it eagerly, savoring every drop, it tasted especially bitter this time. I then remembered what I had cooked them for dinner. This was deliberate as well, I now realized. Why you evil little….beautiful goddess, I love you; but you are so devious…
They went back to bed and all of us drifted off to sleep. An eerie kind of peace came over me. Just the knowledge that my mistress was satisfied, and that I was here with her, secure and under her care. Eventually I drifted off to sleep too. I ended up sleeping pretty soundly, despite the circumstances.
The morning finally came. I heard more sounds coming from the other room, waking me up. Once again, it sounded like Frank was giving it to her good. She was panting like a dog, then her pants turned to moans, then screams, and I heard a gruff male “Fuck yeah.” I could only imagine Frank geysering inside of her. A few minutes later, the light switch came on and Frank came into the bathroom, lifted the lid, and of course, proceeded to piss all over my face. He gave a mocking, “Thirsty, faggot?” before spitting on me and closing the lid. I was of course much more pleased when Aurora walked in and relieved herself a few minutes later, though, to my dismay, I saw that Frank had left another huge sticky mess inside her for me to clean off. I eagerly did so, again relishing the taste of his spunk on her hot, sweaty tight body. My own neglected cock strained at full staff. She stood up, and closed the lid. I had to pee too, had enough for three people in fact, and after some bladder-shyness I was able to let go and fill the bottle that they had rigged up.
As time passed, in the other room, I heard them kissing, laughing and giggling. Low voices and laughter. I heard the front door of the cabin open, and I heard Aurora and Frank exchange goodbyes. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened again and I heard the light click on. I heard her voice say, “I’m going to cook some breakfast. I’ll save some for you, but I need to leave you in there for a little while longer.”
“Why?” I asked.
A kick, not so playful, to my exposed penis. “Don’t ask questions slave. You are not done in here, that’s why. At least you don’t need to do the cooking. Your mistress will cook for you. Just relax.” She said.
I could hear the stove on, pots and pans banging around, and the smell of bacon and eggs wafting in from the other room. And the faint sound of the coffee machine. My senses had become heightened, perhaps through sensory deprivation.
More time passed. I could not tell how long. When you have no frame of reference, just there lying in a bucket in a dark bathroom, alone with your thoughts, there isn’t much to do to pass the time. At one point, someone came to the front door, a woman, and I thought it might have been Melanie, though I couldn’t tell who it was. I heard them chat for a bit out front. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it sounded like small talk and giggling. Girl talk. At one point I thought I heard someone say, “Oh wait, I guess I better give this back!” with a laugh. After a bit, though, the talk died down and I heard the cabin door close. But eventually, Aurora returned.