Late at night, Nikki was enjoying a delicious meal at her favorite seafood restaurant when her bladder started aching. She glanced at her watch, noticing it was already past closing time. The waitress had long since cleared away their dishes, leaving them alone in the otherwise empty establishment.
Feeling an increasing urge to empty her bladder, Nikki stood up from her chair, her stiletto heels clacking loudly against the tile floor. She caught sight of herself in one of the mirrors on the wall, admiring the way her tight mini dress clung to her voluptuous figure. Her full breasts stood out proudly underneath the fitted material as did her round ass cheeks which were accentuated by the thin cloth of her thong.
Not wanting to ruin her expensive outfit, Nikki glanced at the slave who had been following her around everywhere she went. He was a tall, muscular man with a permanent look of fear etched onto his face whenever he saw Nikki. She nodded towards him, motioning for him to follow her.
Stepping outside, Nikki beheld the beautiful, moonlit view of the beach ahead. She began walking briskly towards the water, her heels digging into the soft sand as she went. The slave struggled to keep up with her, his footsteps heavy and awkward as he tried to maintain a proper pace behind his dominatrix.
As they reached the edge of the water, Nikki halted abruptly and turned around to face her slave. His eyes widened in fear as he saw her angry expression, knowing he had failed to keep up with her once again. "You're sloppy," she spat, reaching out to grab his collar roughly. "I told you to keep up!"
With a swift movement, Nikki pulled her slave closer to her, his chest only inches away from her face. She sneered down at him menacingly before pulling his head closer, so their lips were almost touching. "And you call yourself a real man?" she hissed in his ear before spitting right into his mouth.
At first, the slave was too shocked to move, but as Nikki stepped closer to the water, he realized what she was about to do. "Please, Mistress," he pleaded, his voice shaking. "Don't make me drink your piss."
Ignoring his protests, Nikki lifted her dress above her waist, exposing her lacy black thong to the cool breeze of the night. She positioned herself so that her pussy was inches away from his lips and began to pee, aiming directly into his open mouth. The salty taste of her piss mixed with the bitter residue of her spit as he swallowed it down helplessly.
As Nikki finished pissing and lowered her dress back into place, she turned her head towards the sound of people approaching. It was a group of young men who had been out fishing late and were curious as to what they had stumbled upon.
"Well, well, well," one of the men chuckled. "Looks like someone's been having a little too much fun at the party."
Nikki glared at them, her anger rising again as she realized her private moment had been interrupted. "Mind your own business, boys," she spat back. "You don't want to get too close to this kind of action."
The men exchanged nervous glances before quickly turning back towards their fishing gear. As they left, Nikki watched their retreating backs before turning around once more to face the terrified expression on her slave's face. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "Do you understand?"
The slave nodded meekly, knowing better than to argue with his dominatrix. As they walked back towards the restaurant, he could feel the hot, sticky mixture of scat and piss dripping down his chin and onto his chest. The taste of Nikki's piss and spit lingered in his mouth, a constant reminder of who truly held power in their twisted relationship.
