Jamal's Bathroom [Watersports]

The collar that was now around Daniella's neck fit perfectly. It wasn't too tight, so Daniella could still breathe and swallow cock, but it wasn't too loose, so subconsciously she knew she was Jamal's to be had. The collar hadn't however made her a mute, and so standing up, but wrapping her hands around her back to denote submission, she asked: "I need to take a piss."

Back in her colony of backwards thinking people living in railcars, words like piss were never used. If ever you had to tell someone you had to take a piss (Which in itself was rare) the most acceptable word was 'tinkle' or 'break' or 'alone time'. So even though it might've sounded like nothing, Daniella saying the word piss with such confidence and so nonchalantly was one of the many signs she had completely left the old world behind.

Jamal meanwhile had unhooked the metal-chain leash from Daniella's collar. "Ok, while you're in 'ma crib, I'll let you roam without a leash when we're in public though, you goin' back on it, understand?" "Yes, Jamal!" Daniella replied almost gleefully. "Bathroom's the door on the right. If you need help, you just holla, 'aight?" Jamal said. Daniella was a bit confused. Taking a piss wasn't something she really needed help with. Although come to think of it, maybe the bathrooms in the city were different? As Daniella walked to the door, she racked her brain trying to think of what in the world could be so different in a free use world bathroom. She opened the door, stepped inside and turned around to close it again. The air was quite fresh, although a faint smell of unwashed panties lingered in the air. Turning around to get a proper look at the bathroom, it was all clear. "Oh..." Daniella said, every puzzle piece clicking into place.

The bathroom looked as stylish and contemporary as the main room. To the right was a glass shower, with a flexible shower head and fixed head. To the left was a large vanity mirror over a wide bathroom sink and below that a large cupboard. However, what was different was that exactly opposite the door sat a beautiful naked brunette girl, with criss-cross legs and perfectly sculpted supple breasts. Her hair was in a sloppy bun, and as Daniella stared more and more, she noticed that a grate was placed exactly below her pussy, presumably in case she needed to piss.

Daniella must've been standing there for quite a while because Jamal came back and stood behind her in the doorway. "What's the matter gurl?" he asked. "How do I..." is all Daniella could utter, before Jamal cut her off. "Right, of course, you country folk still use old-fashioned porcelain." he walked up to the girl and as if set off by a motion detector, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. "No not right now" he mumbled under his breath. The girl closed her mouth with an almost sad expression but remained motionless. "Here, see this?" Jamal said, lifting a tuft of the girl's hair, with was dyed an extremely vibrant yellow. "You might've seen these coloured accents in some people's hair. They tell you what kind of special kinks they got. Yellow obviously means a piss fetish." Jamal said calmly. "Any girl with a yellow tuft of hair, and no blonde doesn't count, 'tis gotta be neon yellow, is insanely turned on by anything relating to piss," he explained. "So why not use them as piss toilets? She's here 5 days a week, the nights off, weekends off." turning to leave, he added: "Have fun you whores!" He closed the door behind him.

By now Daniella was really busting for a piss. "Fuck it" she murmured under her breath. She'd seen so much weird shit today, this wasn't going to be the tip of the iceberg anyway. Might as well fit in now that I'm Jamal's proud bimbo bitch. Thinking of that last bit turned her on again. Now wasn't the time though. Cautiously she walked over to the brunette. Airing on the side of confidence she asked what she assumed was a normal question to ask of these people; "Mouth or body?". The brunette didn't reply, but simply opened her mouth and extended her tongue as she did earlier. Daniella smirked. She walked up to the piss toilet and spread her pussylips with her index and middle finger, and relaxed. Almost immediately a strong stream of piss shot straight into the piss whore's mouth. She closed her eyes as her mouth filled up with what she considered the heavenly liquid and started to twist her nipples in the enjoyment. Twice she quickly swallowed as her mouth got full without any hesitation. When Daniella had finished, the piss whore licked her lips and looked up at Daniella lustfully.

Daniella walked out of the bathroom, feeling relieved but also strangely turned on. She didn't think she had a piss fetish of her own, but seeing that beautiful girl readily accept her bodily fluids and dispose of them with her own body must've been erotic anyway. Then a brainwave hit her. These women must be out and about in the public going about their business as well, just with a tuft of neon yellow hair. Needing to piss in public with no toilet in sight must not be an issue here, because certainly, you could find one of these girls within minutes in such a busy city.