Mistress Kang's Humiliating Urination on Her Slave's Cock
As Mistress Kang's intense orgasm subsided, she lowered herself back onto her throne of shame, her sweat-drenched body glistening in the light. She looked down at her trembling slave, his now-limp cock still leaking copious amounts of her piss from the relentless pissing she had just subjected him to. This was only the beginning of his day of humiliation and servitude.
"What do you have to say for yourself, slave?" she demanded, her voice stern yet laced with a hint of amusement at his predicament.
The man cowered before her, unable to meet her gaze as he tried to find some semblance of dignity amidst the puddle of piss surrounding him. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress," he stuttered, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'll never disobey you again."
Mistress Kang laughed cruelly, the sound echoing through the dungeon. "Oh, I do hope not, slave," she purred, running her tongue seductively over her lips. "Because I have quite the day planned for you."
With that, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand, squeezing it gently before letting go. It jerked pathetically, desperate for her touch, as she rose once more to her feet. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, gesturing towards a small pail of water at the foot of the throne.
The man crawled over to the pail, grabbing a handful of dirty rags to clean himself with. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice the way Mistress Kang's scent clung to him, a mix of her sweet perfume and the harsh tang of urine. It was a scent that would stay with him for days, a constant reminder of his humiliation and his place as her lowly slave.
With a trembling hand, he lifted the metal pail up to his face, wincing as the cold water splashed against his skin. He dipped the rag into the pail, wringing out the excess water before beginning to wipe away the layer of filth that covered him. It was slow, agonizing work, made all the more unbearable by the knowledge that Mistress Kang was watching him, her eyes boring into his every move.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finished cleaning himself as best he could. He stood up, offering her the now-clean cock in a gesture of submission, hoping against hope that she might show him some mercy. But as he looked up at her, he could see the cruel gleam in her eyes, and he knew that there would be no such luck.
Without warning, Mistress Kang stepped forward, her high heels clicking against the stone floor. She grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to his knees once more. "You think you're clean now, slave?" she asked with a sneer. "Think again."
And then she began to urinate all over him once again, her pee splashing against his face and chest. The warm stream cascaded down his body, mixing with the remnants of the previous dousing to create a puddle that he was now knee-deep in. His eyes widened in horror as she continued, her piss soaking into his skin and leaving an unbearable itch behind.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she finished. She stepped back, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she surveyed her handiwork. The man kneeled before her, trembling and nauseous from the overwhelming smell of piss that surrounded him.
"Now," she said with a mocking smile, "you are truly clean."
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him to kneel in the puddle of his own filth and humiliation.
