“I could be the bartender, Milady,” I suggested. She smirked and said: “You’re a bit to clumsy for that, wouldn’t you say, slave? On the other hand…” And there I was, on the floor, cocooned in ropes, with a funnel in my mouth. Milady had made it very clear that under no circumstances I was allowed to drop the funnel or spill a drop. There were 20 Ladies that night and they all needed a pee from time to time. Some of them came back to flush the funnel over and over again, like high-heeled waterfalls. My jaws began to ace after a while, but I hang in there with the skin of my teeth. All these Golden Delicious Showers, it was a soaking wet humiliation made in heaven. There was only one downside as far as I was concerned: they kept taking a piss at me for hours on end and finally my bladder was about to burst. I needed a pee.