As I sat on my elegant golden throne, clad only in a silk robe that barely covered my voluptuous curves, I couldn't help but savor the power I held over my pathetic little slave. He knelt at my feet, his eyes fixed on my shapely legs and his tongue darting out every so often to lick the remnants of my last pee from the cool marble floor.
"Such a good boy," I purred, smirking down at him. "Now, I want you to look at me and tell me what you're feeling right now."
His gaze slowly lifted to meet mine, and I could see the fear and arousal mixing in his eyes like a potent brew. I took that as a good sign.
"Now," I continued, "I think it's time for another little performance, don't you?"
My slave nodded eagerly, his cock already beginning to harden at the thought of what was to come. I rose from my throne, and he scrambled to his feet, following me into the lavish bathroom where I had set up a hidden camera to capture every moment of his humiliation.
I let out a sigh of contentment as I felt warm liquid seeping into my bikini-clad crotch. It had been hours since I last pissed, and I knew he would love watching the glistening stream flow from my perfect body.
"Now, slave," I commanded, "get down on the floor and present your mouth to me."
He groaned in anticipation as he knelt before me, his eyes fixating on the spot between my thighs where I knew he was dying to taste my pee. I took my time, savoring the moment, before finally letting go and unleashing a powerful jet of urine into his waiting mouth.
He gagged at the sudden onslaught, but I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his misery. "Drink it all, slave," I hissed, "every last drop."
He did as he was told, sucking on my thick shaft of urine like it was the nectar of the gods. I could feel his tongue swirling around inside my pussy, lapping up every last drop of my golden nectar.
As the long, slow draught began to finally pass through him, I grinned wickedly and pulled him to his feet once again. He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with confusion and excitement.
"What now, mistress?" he whispered, his voice quivering with anticipation.
"Well, my dear slave," I purred, running a finger sensually along his cheek, "I think it's time for you to give me something in return..."
