Sensations in sensory deprivation.

Enclosed in the sleepsack you quickly lose track of time, hearing nothing, seeing nothing and feeling little more than the cool metal of the chastity device enclosed around your and the tight feel of the sack around your body. Lacking any other sensations you focus on your breathing, in and out, stilling the fears that pop into your mind. What if there is a fire? What if I get sick? Focusing on your breathing allows you to slip back into subspace, savoring every breath of precious air and the salty taste of Lady Lauras piss in your mouth.

You have no idea how long you've been in this position when you begin to sense someone else in the room. Suddenly you think you hear a tinkling sound and before long a new, fresh flood of piss flows into your mouth in wave after wave. You struggle to drink it all down in long gulps, the funnel locked into your mouth leaving no escape from the streams of piss. Eventually you find your stride, handling the flood like a true champ. The flow slows and dies off and you settle back into a state of breathing, savoring the lack of control. You can feel your cock in its cage dribbling precum all over your crotch, getting it all wet as your cock struggles against its prison.

Your world settles back into silence and darkness. Some time later, having fallen asleep in your position you are rudely awoken to a fresh stream of hot urine streaming into your mouth. If nothing else you are quickly brought back to your senses such as they are in your current position. Gulping down this latest offering you recognize the taste of Lady Laura and you renew your efforts to keep the flow going down your gullet.

Time passes without your control, you lose track of time and space again and again. You lose track of the times you serve as a toilet and the amounts of piss you consume. When you feel hands touching you, releasing your bonds, unzipping you from the sleepsack a year might as well have passed by your time tracking. Remaining still as you are gradually released from bondage, the last item to be removed is the hood, blindfold and the funnel gently pulled from your mouth.

Opening your eyes in the sudden, sharp light you gaze up on a godess made flesh, Lady Laura. She smiles at you deviantly. "You've been a good toilet today ****, time for your stay in the basement so we have you nice and ready for my fresh piss tomorrow." Smiling back, you reply, devotion in your voice. "At your will Lady Laura!" She chuckles in response. "My, my ****, you really are devoted to me aren't you? Perhaps I should keep you close tonight, locked up in my chambers.. Would you like that ****?" No hesitation in your mind you speak without thinking. "Yes Lady Laura, for you, anything."

"Anything huh? Be careful what you wish for ****, I just might take you up on that.. but for now, come along. At my side, heel!" Snapping her fingers she commands you into place at her side and together you move further into the depths of her dungeon. You wouldn't have it any other way..