EXTRACT FOR
Masochist Megan
(Crimson Rose)

Resisting the urge to lock herself into one of the pillories, Megan grabbed a folded map from a plastic holder screwed to a light post. Unfolding it, she let her eyes settle on the little red X near the entrance marking her current location and then moved them along the marked roads until she found her first target: the submissive apartments located at the end of Bondage Boulevard. Going north from there, she located the fetish clothing store just a block north at the corner of Discipline Drive and Caning Court. And then she saw it. A street named Masochist Row. Heart skipping a beat, she audibly gasped. "Oh god!" she exclaimed half to herself. With the full-color map in hand, she began walking, all thoughts of finding a place to live and getting some clothes to wear pushed from her mind.

Walking past men and women engaged in everything from casual conversation to very public displays of sex including two men spit-roasting a busty brunette woman, a dominant blonde woman based on the red band around her right bicep going nearly elbow deep in a man's ass and two women in their early twenties going about their business only for a group of five black men to shove them to their kneed and then openly use them as urinals. Taken aback, it was not until Megan saw the light blue collars around the women's necks marking them as Farm slaves that she understood their unusual level of obedience. Unable to help herself, she walked over to them. "That is so fucking hot!"

"Excuse me?" one of the men said, turning his head to look at the newcomer.

"The way you just tossed them to the ground and started pissing on them. That was really hot." No sooner were the words out of her mouth, then Megan found herself on her knees with a big black cock pushing past her lips. Pee hit the back of her throat causing her to choke, but the hand on the back of her head kept her from completely pulling away as the warm, bitter fluid hit her stomach.

"Looks like you need some training, toilet," the man peeing down Megan's throat said. "Still think it's hot, slut?"

After swallowing the last drops, Megan looked up at the black man. "Even more so, Sir. Thank you for my first lesson in being a toilet." Though new to the Domination Farm, she was far from inexperienced when it came to submission and knew that proper etiquette dictated she be polite in all things. 

"Well, if you like your first lesson then you'll love your second, another of the black men said as he spun, the streak of golden liquid going from the kneeling Farm slave's face to Megan's mouth. Somewhat used to it, she drank as quickly as possible but some still spilled from the corners of her lips.

"Thank you, Sir."

"My pleasure, slut. Tell me, why isn't such an obedient toilet collared?"

"Because I've only been here like five minutes, Sir, and no one has attempted to collar me," Megan said as she got to her feet. Really, thank you for teaching me how to drink pee. I'll definitely let more people use me as their toilet, but I've got a lot of exploring to do and I really want to pay Masochist Row a visit so I think I'm going to go now," she said, submissive to the core but not interested in wearing another collar so soon after ridding herself of the one that had kept her shackled to her parents' oppressive will for the last third of her life.