WildEva and Faith: A Basket Lesson with Piss Humiliation
As Faith, the toiletslave, approached WildEva's house, he could already feel the anticipation building within him. He knew that today was going to be a unique experience, one that would test his limits both physically and mentally. WildEva, the renowned Domme, had summoned him for a special basketball lesson – but there was more to it than just shooting hoops.
Arriving at her doorstep, Faith knocked nervously. WildEva, dressed in her signature all-black attire, opened the door with a smirk on her lips. "Come in, slave," she commanded, stepping aside to allow him entry.
Faith walked hesitantly into the living room, his gaze fixed on the grand staircase that led upstairs. It was then that WildEva revealed the true nature of their lesson: they were going to play basketball... on the stairs.
"Worship my feet, ass, and pussy first," she ordered, taking a seat on the stairs. Faith immediately dropped to his knees, his heart racing as he began to kiss and caress every inch of WildEva's body. His tongue traced the outline of her high heels, and his hands massaged her well-toned thighs before moving up to squeeze her perfect ass.
Finally, his hands found their way to WildEva's pussy, and he began to gently stroke it through her panties. She moaned softly, savoring the sensation as she watched him. "Now, slave," she said, standing up and walking up a few steps, "show me what you've got."
Faith hesitated for a moment before running up the stairs after her. As they played together, WildEva kept him on his toes – quite literally – by using different parts of her body to block his path. If he failed to dodge her perfectly-timed moves, he would end up sprawled on the floor, his face red from exertion and humiliation.
But there was more to come. As they played, WildEva positioned herself at the top of the stairs, a wicked grin forming on her lips. "Now, slave," she commanded once again, "prove your worth by making a basket from there."
Faith hesitated, aware of the gravity of his next move. He took a deep breath and launched himself towards the basket, hoping to make it in time. But WildEva had other plans. Just as he approached, she lifted her leg, sending him flying straight into her crotch with a loud, painful thud.
As Faith lay there, his face buried in WildEva's pussy, he felt her foot connect with his chest, sending him tumbling down the rest of the stairs. When he finally came to rest at the bottom, he looked up to see WildEva standing over him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well done, slave," she purred, her voice laced with sarcasm. "Now it's time for your punishment."
With that, WildEva grabbed a glass and filled it with her warm, golden piss. She walked down the stairs, her high heels clanking against each step, until she stood right over Faith's face. Slowly, she released the first few drops of her piss onto his open mouth, watching as he struggled to swallow.
"Drink it all, slave," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. "Every last drop."
Faith hesitated for a moment before finally opening his mouth wide and allowing WildEva's piss to flow over his tongue. As he swallowed, he could feel the bitter, salty taste of her urine coursing through his veins. It was a humiliating experience, but one that he knew he deserved for failing to please his Domme.
And so, driven by his desire to please WildEva and serve her every whim, Faith continued to drink her piss, willing himself to endure the humiliation and pain that came with it. For he knew that in this dark, twisted world of domination and submission, there was no room for weakness.
