As Princess Nikki, an attractive and dominant woman with blonde curls that swayed against her slender neck and tanned skin glistening in the sun, strolled back to her beachfront mansion from a leisurely walk along the shore, her bladder began to bother her. The salty sea air, coupled with the warm rays beating down on her body, had created a perfect setting for an intense sense of urgency to build up within her.
But just as she felt the first pangs of desperation, she noticed a look of fear and anticipation in the eyes of her slave, who knelt down before her, his head bowed low as if ready to receive whatever punishment or pleasure she might bestow upon him. This thought alone was enough to make her smile wickedly and expose her white, blazing-hot teeth against her full pink lips.
Without a word, she reached down between her legs and began rubbing her inner thighs, feeling the dampness that had accumulated there due to her mounting arousal. Her heart raced as she imagined how much fuller and wetter she would become if she were to release her pent-up urine right there and then. But instead, she decided to take advantage of the situation and let her poor slave taste her nectar.
She bent down towards him, the warm scent of her pussy lingering in the air around them. Without warning, she slid a condom-covered dildo from between her legs and held it up for him to see. It was already glistening with her arousal fluid, and she knew that he could see how wet it was. His eyes widened in fear as he realized what she intended to do.
"Drink," she commanded him, her voice as cold as ice. He didn't move at first, his head shaking slowly back and forth as if denying the reality of what was happening. But when she kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him reeling backward onto the sand, he knew there would be no escape.
Sobbing now, he took the dripping dildo from her hand and placed it to his lips. She watched with sadistic glee as he struggled to push past his own fear and take in the taste of her essence. As he managed to gulp down the first few mouthfuls, she kicked him again, harder this time, sending him sprawling once more across the sand.
"Drink every last drop," she hissed through clenched teeth, her fingers gripping onto his hair tightly until he flinched in pain. And so he did, obeying her every command until the condom was empty and he could drink no more. Finally satisfied, Princess Nikki pulled the condom off of him roughly and tossed it aside, allowing her bladder to relax as the tension finally ebbed away.
She stood up tall once more, her body still throbbing with desire unfulfilled. But instead of taking care of her own needs just yet, she turned away from her trembling slave and began walking back towards her mansion, leaving him there on the sand to lick his wounds—both physical and emotional.
