Mistress Jardena: Training the Piss Bitch
Mistress Jardena stood over her new piss bitch, her pink stilettos clicking on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. She watched as the pathetic loser knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the toilet bowl between her legs. He knew what was coming next, and his nervousness was palpable.
"I swear to you, Mistress," he whimpered, "I'll never disappoint you again."
Mistress Jardena smirked, her long blonde hair cascading over her silky black dress. She loved the scent of fear and desperation that emanated from him. It was intoxicating, and it made her feel powerful.
She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore nothing but a black lace thong and a matching bra. She stepped out of her heels, leaving them beside the toilet, and approached the terrified man.
"That's a good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. She pushed him down onto his knees and placed her hand on his head, guiding him towards her wet crotch. Her pussy lips glistened in anticipation of his tongue.
As he leaned in, his face inches from her dripping feminine folds, she gave him a gentle shove forward. He hesitated for a moment before pressing his face into her moist crotch, his tongue darting out to lick her eagerly.
Mistress Jardena moaned softly, savoring the sensation of his warm tongue on her clit. She reached down and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head closer to her crotch as she began to grind against him. He was doing a good job, but she wanted more.
"That's right, piss bitch," she growled. "You're going to make me come all over your face, and you're going to love every drop of it."
Her words sent shivers down his spine, but he knew he had to obey. He licked and sucked harder, feeling her juices flow freely from her pussy. As he worked his tongue against her clit, she began to lose control.
"Oh God, yes!" she cried out, her hips bucking wildly against his face. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and she came hard, her pussy spasming against his tongue as she released a long, loud stream of urine.
Mistress Jardena held his head firmly in place as she emptied her bladder into the toilet bowl below them. She moaned in ecstasy, feeling the hot rush of pleasure that came with the act of pissing on her new piss bitch. When she finally finished, she pulled away, leaving him covered in her piss and juices.
"Get up, piss bitch," she said, finally zipping back up her dress. "You have work to do."
She turned her back to him and lowered her thong, giving him a clear view of her pink, glistening pussy. He knew what he had to do and knelt down, his tongue already wet with her juices and piss. With one hand braced on the wall, Mistress Jardena spread her legs wider, ready to take him back into her pussy.
As he began to lick her clean, she walked over to the toilet and sat down, watching him work. She grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began to clean herself, her eyes never leaving his face. The feeling of his tongue on her cleaned pussy was exquisite, and she knew that he would do anything to please her.
"That's a good boy," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now, keep licking until I tell you to stop."
And so the piss bitch continued to worship his mistress's pussy, cleaning it thoroughly with his tongue and enjoying every moment of it. As the day went on, he learned to anticipate her needs and desires, growing more skilled at pleasuring her with his mouth and hands. He knew that he was hers, body and soul, and that he would do anything to make her happy.
