Well, almost eureka. My discovery does include water displacement!
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I am jumping for joy following a watersports session with one of my slaves.
My slave was strapped down in my clinic being catheterised. The contents of his bladder had just begun flowing into his cath bag when he asked me a question.
“Are you going to make me drink my own piss today Mistress?”
It wouldn’t be unusual, I often do. I serve it in a glass or a dog bowl and the filthy bastard will quickly lap up the lot. But his question poised a bit of a challenge, because we were combining slaves’ catheterisation with a breathplay scene that day.
Slave was wearing a Russian GP5 gas mask and was breathing the scent from my wonderful golden nectar via a bubble bottle. And as lovely as they are, you cannot drink anything with a Russian GP5 gas mask on.
That’s when I had my eureka moment.
Unlike Archimedes who was having a splash around in a bath tub when he came up with his displacement theory, I was in the tricky position of controlling a pervert and having to think on my feet when I discovered mine.
Miraculously, the drinking straw coupled perfectly with the valve on the cath bag, and slave could now sniff on my golden nectar AND drink his own piss both at the same time.
Admittedly, drinking your own piss is not for everyone. No. However, drinking my precious piss is a far more attractive and popular concept.
|Me in my latex pisspants|
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More research is definitely required.
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Two weeks later and slave was back for more of my nectar. This time I was wearing my latex piss pants, a good alternative to a toilet and particularly useful when a nectar loving slave needs feeding. The tube from my pants was placed between his lips and he partook in a full bag of my golden fluids. He began benefitting from his drink immediately, as a slave does need to be kept hydrated when he’s cocooned like a maggot in layers of clingfilm plastic.
Once again he was masked and catheterised, with the drinking straw from the S10 making a secure connection with his drainage bag he was perfectly equipped for piss recycling. It was inevitable that given time my piss would make its journey through his body and begin collecting in his catheter bag.
Sure enough, a steady stream of golden fluid was soon appearing and filling it up. Slave needed no instruction on what to do next; the sound of sucking and swallowing went on for a while and slave was now in the process of fermenting and recycling my nectar for a second time.
So, it seems that a bag of my golden nectar, an S10 mask and a catheter kit is all I need to keep a watersports fanatic supping and recycling my piss all day.
The question is, just exactly how long can a slave survive on one bag of his Mistresses special fluids?
|Cartoon by Mistress Maggie|