Leona has been hanging from the attic rafters for several hours. She has to go but is not being allowed a break from her bondage ordeal. Instead a bedpan is placed under her, with the obvious intentions of forcing her to use it, or try suppressing a bursting kidney. Nature prevails as Leona stoops above the bedpan and lets go of a gushing stream of amber hot piss. It boils into the white porcelain bedpan with a tinkling echo. When the last dribbles and drops splash down from her labia, the bedpan is kicked to the side and she is stretched upward to a standing posture. As she stands there tethered from above she can sense the sweet acidic aroma of her deposit wafting up from the receptacle at her side.
