Princess Nikki Teaches Her Slave a Lesson With a Pee-Filled Wake-up Call
Princess Nikki strolled into the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. She sniffed the air, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the scent of her slave's breath. He was almost asleep at the table, leaning against the chair, eyes half-closed. The lazy bastard had some nerve, thinking he could rest while she was around.
She sauntered over to him, her long legs and tight skirt swishing enticingly. "Sebastian," she purred, her voice a low, sultry purr. "Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead."
Her words jolted him awake, his eyes snapping open to meet hers. He tried to stand up straight, but his head was fuzzy from sleep. "Princess Nikki," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. Clearly, he still wasn't taking her seriously enough. She needed to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget.
With a sly smile, she reached down and grasped the hem of her skirt, raising it slowly to reveal her lacy black panties. "Open wide," she commanded, thrusting her pelvis forward.
Sebastian's eyes widened in shock as he realized what she was demanding. "Princess Nikki, I couldn't..." he stammered.
"Couldn't what, Sebastian?" she purred, her tone dangerously low. "Disobey your mistress?"
He shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest.
She leaned in close, her hot breath tickling his ear. "Then open wide."
With trembling hands, he parted his lips, feeling the warmth of her body as she pressed against him. She lowered her panties to her ankles, revealing her shaved pussy to him. "Now taste," she growled, her voice a deep rumble.
He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and tentatively touching his tongue to her bare flesh. Her juices were sweet and salty on his tongue, and he couldn't help but gag a little. But he didn't dare pull away, sensing her unyielding gaze bearing down on him.
"That's it," she purred, her hips starting to rock forward. "You're doing a good job."
As he continued to lap at her pussy, she grabbed a nearby glass and filled it with icy water from the sink. "Now," she said, her voice suddenly colder than the water. "Drink this."
He looked up at her, confusion warring with fear on his face. "But Princess Nikki, I just drank your-"
She cut him off with a loud, harsh slap across the face. "Drink it!" she snarled.
Trembling, he raised the glass to his lips and drank the water, feeling it slide down his throat and pool in his stomach. As he lowered the glass, he saw her turn on the tap and begin to pee into the sink.
"Now," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Drink this."
His heart pounded in his chest as he watched the golden stream of her urine flow into the sink. He had no choice but to obey; after all, she was his mistress, and disobedience would only lead to worse punishments. Slowly, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, letting the warm liquid flow over his tongue and down his throat.
As he swallowed, he could feel her gaze boring into him, assessing his submission. Finally, she pulled away, her eyes still locked on him. "Don't ever let me catch you sleeping on the job again, Sebastian," she warned, her voice low and dangerous. "Understand?"
He nodded, his mouth still full of the taste of her piss. "Yes, Princess Nikki," he whispered, his voice trembling with fear and submission.
With that, she straightened her skirt, smoothed down her hair, and turned on her heel, leaving him there, trembling and covered in her scent. He knew that he'd never forget this lesson: to always be alert and vigilant, no matter how tempting it might be to rest or let his guard down.
