Mistress Jardena stood over her slave, his head bowed in humble submission. She could feel the warmth of her urine running down his throat as he eagerly drank from her golden stream. She had been pissing for quite some time now, her full bladder releasing its precious contents into his open mouth.
"Suck it up, you filthy piece of shit," she growled, slapping his face playfully. He opened his eyes wide in shock before going back to sucking her sensitive flesh. "That's it, you worthless piece of meat. Drink it all."
She closed her eyes, feeling the satisfaction of having complete control over him. Her luxurious piss flowed steadily, filling every corner of his mouth. She thought of how she had found him on the streets, a pathetic loser begging for food. With a glance, Mistress Jardena had known that she had to own him.
"My cocky smile" whispered in his ear, still trance-like from her commanding presence. "Open your mouth wider, you disgusting worm." His eyes grew wide again as she threatened him with more pain or humiliation if he didn't obey her every whim. He obeyed without question, knowing the consequences of disobeying his new Mistress.
Mistress Jardena kept him under the stream even longer, watching as he struggled to keep up with all of her piss. Her golden shower drenched every inch of his body, leaving him shivering in anticipation of what would happen next. Finally, she came to a stop and smiled down at him. He looked up at her with tears streaming down his face, desperate for her next command.
"You've done well, my little pet," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now get up and show me your appreciation." He stood slowly, still feeling her warm piss dripping from his chin and tongue. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, only a pathetic whimper that made Mistress Jardena laugh.
"That's better," she said, pushing him towards the bed. "Get ready for round two."
