Will she reject the quest

Never

(Roos' PoV)

I wake up Master has gone out of bed. There is a smell of fresh bread in the air. How does he have time to make fresh bread on a Tuesday? I need to pee. I check my phone I received two quests and a message from master. It is a picture of me capturing his cum, face planted in the bed, ass up, and he wrote, 'Here you have proof I can make my decisions and **** my way through.' Let's take a look at the quests.

Quest received:

Ask master for a key to his home.
Go to master's apartment after work and clean it.
Wait for master's piss in the shower.

Reward: Live permanently as master's live-in ****.

Daily quest recieved:

Hold pee 10 minutes.
Pee in a vessel.
Drink your pee.

Reward: "Peeing gives more pleasure."

Class assigned: ****

**** assigned herself a Master: Pieter Visser

Name: Roos

Surname : Jansen

Gender: Female

Age : 32

Level 4 (12/ 13 xp)

Class: **** (Master Pieter)

Perks : Urine connoisseur

Perk points: 3

These are crazy! I want to do those quests. My mind zones in on living permanently as master's live in ****. Would that mean he has to pay for my expenses? Can I own stuff? Do I need to go to work? Maybe we can talk about what being his live-in **** would mean.

I wander into the kitchen. I need to hold my piss for another 10 minutes. I sit on the floor next to the table as master is doing his thing. He sits down at his dinner table, looks at me and says: "I can see you have questions, go ahead and ask them?"

"Master I have a few questions. Can I have a key to your place, and allow me to become your live-in ****? And what rules do you want me to follow if I become one? How do you want us to refer to our relationship?"

He looks like he is planning his words carefully. "You will refer to yourself as my friend with benefits. If I get serious with another woman, I will tell her, probably because you are mine and will never leave me, right?" I nod vigorously and kiss his feet. "Good, then here is my key. If you grab it, you agree to the rules I am going to set for you.

I can make new rules or alter existing rules after a conversation with my ****.
You will call me master when we are alone.
You are not allowed to have your own place.
You sleep where I tell you.
You give me your debit card and the PIN.
You can go out for work, or when I tell you to go out.
You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you.
You will do whatever I tell you.
If we are home alone, you are naked except for any outfit I can decide whenever I want.
You edge every day at least 5 times.
You are only allowed on the furniture when I tell you or when we have guests who don't know you are my ****.
You can only keep 1 personal item. Clothing is not a personal item."

That was quite the list. I think deeply and grab the key. I want that, I want master to make the choices.

My phone chimes. "Sir, I trust that my phone is counted as my personal item in that case," I respond in a panic.

Master goes: "Nah, your phone doesn't count as a personal item because I need to be able to call you. If I send you out to get stuff, or when you are out to work. I want to be able to contact you and send you things. Same for your car, you need to have it to get from here to your job." He is a benevolent master. "Here is your food." He hands me a ham and cheese sandwich. "Eat it." I eat the food he gives me. He hands me a lunchbox. "Your work doesn't provide food if I remember correctly. You can only look at it at work."

"Master, can I go to the toilet?"

"Go ahead." He hands me a glass of orange juice. "Also, don't forget to get dressed before going to work. You need to leave sooner since this is farther. And you can bring anything you want before 8."

"Thank you, sir. Is 8 the time you will be home?"

"No, I will try to be home as soon as I can to feed my ****. But you can still get back and forth during that time." I get up and quickly drink the orange juice. I make haste, piss in the glass and drink it. I wear the same outfit as yesterday. I head to work.

I go about my day until lunch time I step outside. I open my master's prepared lunch box. Inside is a small iced tea bottle, an apple, a cheese sandwich and a sandwich with peanut butter and chocolate sprinkles. Master remembered my lunch from primary school. I am eating the sandwiches first, they are better than when I was young. Maybe the fresh bread or the fact that master prepared it made it taste so well. Master also gave me iced tea. Wait, this bottle is open. I open the bottle and smell it. It is his piss. I will finish it, master gave it and wash it down with the apple. That was a great lunch, my panties are wet due to my love of piss.

After work, I head quickly to my apartment and grab 7 sets of clothes, including panties and bras. I also grab a necklace with a piece of amber on it. Pieter gave me that necklace when we were 12. I think about the other things. I can't have anything other than one personal item. Well, that thing will be my necklace. I also take my makeup and health supplies.

I will need to discuss with my master what to do with my old stuff.

When I get home, I get naked. I start cleaning the place. Master will be home soon. I have to get it clean as quickly as I can. I try to clean Master's house as fast as I can. Luckily for me, he isn't a slob. I head to the bathroom and sit in the shower, and wait.

I hear the front door. I hear master enter. I hear him take off his shoes. He heads into the bathroom and says: "Hey, take off your necklace, you wouldn't want it smelling like pee. Your choice, whether it's clothing or your personal item. If it is clothing, I decide when you wear it. Nice that you kept the necklace all these years, nonetheless." I put the necklace in his hand and open my mouth. He pisses into my mouth.

I start drinking it and slicking my clit as I try to get in my mandatory edges. I really enjoy drinking his piss, being dominated by him, and being used as a toilet. I edge and stop. He is still pissing in my mouth, and it fills up I can barely keep up. I edge again. He is done pissing.

"Wait with swallowing until you have completed your five edges. You have gotten 2 in already, you thirsty pee slut. Did you drink the drink I prepared for you for lunch?" I close my mouth and nod as I reach another edge.

"Good girl. Slow down, Savour the taste." I try to slow down, but I am horny and want to get the last two edges done. I slow my pace. "Play with your nipples to calm down for a bit until I tell you." I start playing with my nipples slowly, I still get to an edge and hold it and hold it. It won't allow me to cum. "Ohh, you are edging because of that." He squats down. "Good girl, see how long you can hold the edge, but if you cum you will get punished." I continue, and he starts counting in front of me. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...," and he keeps going. He is smiling widely. I am getting too close. Stop encouraging me. "45, stop. hands off."

I take a few haggard breaths. "Slut, now continue." I start playing with my clit again. "Did I say start playing with your pussy? I told you to continue slut." I realise he meant playing with my nipples and switch. "Good girl, you understand how to listen." I quickly reach another edge and start holding it. He realises it and starts counting again, encouraged, I continue and hope to beat my record. "35, stop slut if you continue, you will go over the edge. Do you want to try to beat your record?" I nod. "Do you want to make a bet that you can beat your first time? If you win, you get to pick the movie. If you lose, you have to sit with clothespins on your nipples and clit." I nod eagerly. "Okay, you can start playing with whatever you want, but you have to edge as long as you can." I go wide, start playing with my clit and my nipples. I almost immediately started edging again. He sees and starts counting at the same speed, but it is harder. I stop playing with only my clit and focus on my nipples. I get a few more moments before he says, "25 stop or accept extra punishment if you fail." I continue. He continues counting, but as he reaches 30, I cum.

He looks disappointed. "You should have stopped when you had the chance. Double or nothing?" I nod. "You really are a gambling addict if you lose.... You get a tattoo that says 'Pieter's ****', you pick where, but if you cum I pick, and I will not tell you when you will cross the limit.. Otherwise, I place the pins, and have you go to work with that written on you with lipstick. My right hand is gamble. My left is to accept the punishment as is." He holds out his hands and repeats right, left with his hands. I think about my options and press the right hand. "Start then." I start playing with my nipples and get to the edge. He starts counting. I have to keep going until I get to 40, as he says 41, I cum again. "Swallow the piss. And you will get the tattoo." I obey.

"Sir, I will accept the punishment as I should." He leans in and says: "Did you cum on purpose. Well now you will forever be marked as mine."