How to use Freya, the Human Urinal (PISS)

NOTE: This chapter and the next only contain toilet scenes, so there won't be a clean version of it. As always, the piss content is entirely optional. Once the next non-pee chapter is ready, I will provide a skip to continue from the previous one avoiding this chapter for those who prefer reading the clean version. If you are into this kind of content, enjoy. I ask you to wait until the next clean chapter if you are not into it.

I almost forgot I had not used the bathroom this morning. I could hold it and not do it until arriving at College, but at home, I have one type of urinal I don't have outside: Freya, my redhead human urinal.

Well, I suppose I could use professor Caitlin, but I am not sure if I could see her alone in her office after classes end, and using a porcelain urinal is out of the question. Having enjoyed utilizing a woman's mouth as a urinal, no man would return to use an ordinary one.

First, I need to call Freya. Usually, she is already waiting for me, kneeling when I wake up because most mornings using her is the first thing I do. But given that I have not used her today, she is in her bedroom. She is touching herself, looking on her phone at photos and videos of my sister and me, primarily sexual.

"Good morning Freya, " I tell her while I catch her off guard. "How many times have you edge already?"

"Master," she replies, surprised but without stopping, "good morning. This is the second time."

"Don't you want your breakfast before I leave?"

"Oh, yes, Master," she answers me while stopping what she is doing to run to the bathroom. I could do it anywhere; that is one advantage of using a woman as a urinal, but I prefer to use my urinal in the bathroom in the mornings, and she knows it.

"Modals, young lady," I interrupt her run, making her wait for me, "I still haven't given you your morning kiss."

She stops and turns around, looks at me, and opens her mouth without saying anything. I come close to her and spit inside her two times, causing my spit to fall first on her tongue and the second deep into her throat.

"Thank you," I think I could hear when she swallows it, to return on her way to the bathroom immediately. Haha, it seems she is more eager than me.

We arrive at the bathroom, where Holes is also there on all fours. We have interrupted her using her sandbox to pee, one of the things she does as an animal.

"Hi, Master. Hi, Freya." She said while continuing to empty her bladder on the sand. Freya kneels before her, ready to clean her.

"I have not seen you kissing each other," I interrupt them.

"We have already done it," Frey answers me. "While you were having breakfast," Holes adds.

"You are **** sisters. There is nothing wrong in you giving each other another kiss." I reply to both, letting them clear I want them to do it; it wasn't a suggestion.

Holes opens her mouth, and Freya spits deep into her throat without replying. After she swallows, Freya's turn is to enjoy Holes' spit kiss. Once both have finished the kiss, Holes turns around, letting Freya access her cunt. Freya doesn't waste time cleaning any rest of the pee she has, starting with her cunt and ass and finishing with the pee drops running down her legs.

Once her duty with Holes is complete, she picks a folded towel from the cupboard under the sink, puts it near the toilet, and kneels over it. As much as I like having a woman kneeling before me for as long as I want, there's nothing wrong with letting them use something soft for their knees.

She also keeps her legs open, giving me a good view of her wet cunt. Her hands are behind her back, holding her elbows. She has her mouth wide open, without sticking out her tongue, with her head inclined back, looking at me, ready to be used.

"You are doing well, Freya," I praise her while taking my cock out of my pants, pointing at her mouth. "Tell me, what other rules have I told you you must do while being my urinal."

I keep waiting, but she remains still in front of me, without answering me. Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. No talking was one of the rules.

"Ok, Freya, you can ignore for now the rule against talking until you finish answering me," I command her so that she can talk again.

"Yes, Master," she finally replies. "When it is your urinal, it must remain still, no moving nor talking. As a urinal, it is a piece of bathroom furniture, and the furniture doesn't talk nor move. Not even rub its cunt if it have the urge to do it while you use it," she adds, trying to pity me.

Another thing I command her is that she never uses personal pronouns while being a urinal. She is a thing, so she should not say I nor be she or her; the only appropriate pronoun for things is it.

"You can touch you all you want when you finish your duty."

"Oh, yeah," she comments with a lascivious look. "It will masturbate to this later."

"Ok, next question. How do I flush it, urinal?"

"How would you do it, Master?" She answers, almost laughing. "Like any other toilet, you pull the chain to flush it."

Another command I made for her vocabulary is that she shouldn't say she swallows piss; she should express her mouth is flushed.

About the chain, she means the chains she wears with clamps on her nipples and clit. I made Binita buy a bathroom chain, just like the one you would see in a mall. That chain is attached to the upper part of the bathroom, leaving the handle up to my hands. At the end of the chain, two other small chains are attached and clicked with removable links to her chains, one up to her cunt and the other up to her tits.

Of course, there is no way to buy all of this already ready; there is not much available online to turn a woman into a urinal. So I made Freya investigate on the Internet what materials would be needed to make it possible. Binita took care of buying it during the weekly shopping, and then they put it together between the two of them.

And they have done a great job. Pulling the chain feels like pulling the toilet chain on an old public bathroom, but after doing it, instead of dropping water, the outcome is Freya feeling the pull on her nipples and clit. She always lets out a cute little scream.

"Perfect," I commend her while I test pulling the chain. I can see on her face that she feels it.

"What if I have so much urge to piss that I can't wait to flush your mouth, and I need that you are constantly flushing your mouth?" Basically, I have asked her the rules if I need her to swallow as fast as I am peeing.

"Master. To constantly flush the urinal, you only need to pull the chain and hold it until you finish. This toilet will try its best to keep flushing as fast as you piss."

"Great," I answer her pulling the chain as a prize, making her let out another cute scream. "What happens if you fail and drop some piss?"

"If that happens, Master, it means this toilet deserves a punishment that will happen when it finishes its duty. But until then, given it can't move, there is no way for the urinal to clean the mess."

"But if the toilet can't clean itself," Freya continues. "Binita can. She is the maid, and cleaning the bathroom is part of her job, including cleaning me, the urinal."

"How will Binita clean the mess?" I ask another question while pulling the chain again for the previous correct answer.

"With her mouth, of course. That mess will be Master's piss or spit. Binita wouldn't use anything but her mouth to clean Master's fluids. And for Mistress Erica too."

"Master," Holes interrupt us. "Binita could clean it, but I could also clean it, lapping it with my tongue."

"Yeah..." Freya tries to answer, but I interrupt her pulling again from the chain. "Ah,...Master. Binita could clean it, but it is also possible that the dog could lap the urinal."

"An A+ for you, Freya." I praise her again while pulling the chain. This one is for free. "Ok, Stop taking. Urinals don't talk. Let's start."