Eronight by Eronite - Rewarded with Piss
Michael found himself in a familiar yet terrifying position. He was bound to the infamous St Andrew's cross, his wrists secured tightly behind its wooden beams. His bare ass was bared for all to see, covered in bright red welts from the cruel punishment he had just endured. His mistress, Lady Annika, stood before him, her expression a mix of frustration and anger. It seemed that her slave had not done well enough to please her tonight.
"You call this effort, Michael?" She asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. "You disappoint me, slave."
Michael felt the sting of her words as they cut through him. He could only hang his head in shame, knowing he had failed her yet again. Annika approached him, her heels clicking against the cold floor, and ran her hand gently across his burning skin. His body shivered involuntarily at her touch.
"This needs to be rewarded," she muttered under her breath.
Without further warning, Annika pulled out a long, thick dildo from behind her back and pressed it against Michael's ass. He let out a muffled whimper as she pushed it inside him, filling him up with its cold, hard length. With her other hand, she grabbed hold of Michael's chin, forcing him to look up at her.
"Watch me, slave," she commanded. "Watch as I reward you for your pathetic efforts."
And with that, Annika lifted her left leg, placing her perfect sex against her slave's lips. She gyrated her hips slowly, teasing him, before finally pushing down hard enough to make contact. A thick stream of her hot urine poured onto Michael's face, drenching him from head to toe. He choked on the smell of her piss mixed with sweat and arousal, his eyes watering as it trickled into them.
"Drink it up, slave," she growled. "Take it all into you. It's the only reward you're going to get tonight."
Despite the disgust he felt, Michael did as he was told. He opened his mouth wide, welcoming the golden nectar that was flowing from his mistress. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the taste and the smell, but it was no use. As he swallowed, he felt a strange sensation wash over him – a mixture of humiliation and submission.
When Annika finally pulled away, leaving Michael covered in his own and her piss, she smiled. It was a cold, dark smile that sent shivers down his spine.
"That's better," she said, satisfied. "Now clean yourself up and try harder next time."
With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed him, and Michael slunk away, head hung low, towards the corner of the room where he was expected to clean himself up. He knew that the punishment would continue until he could prove himself worthy of Annika's attention. And so, he vowed to work harder, to endure more pain, and to drink every drop of piss that was offered to him. Because in this world of Eronight, it was the only way he would ever belong.
