By findingmyself1986
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Note from Author: As with most of our fantasies, they start somewhere. For me several authors have wrote varying stories which have inspired mine. and for that I thank them.
As the party continues no other chips are drawn. By the time you are faced with recycling the third bag of piss you can take no more and agree for it to go down your suit, feeling the piss mix with your sweat. This liquid is almost a relief, as the piss cools the inside of your suit. You hope that no more yellow chips will be drawn. However after swallowing a few more loads a slave comes up to use you and draws a yellow chip.
The Master gleefully comes up and ask the slave what he will choose; the slave looking at you and then at the Master drops to his knees and begs the Master to push his limit. The Master gently takes the slave’s head in his hand and asks, “Are you sure?” The slave looking directly at you with some trepidation in his eyes tells the Master he is sure.
