Stephanie's heart was racing as she soaked in the bathtub. She wasn't sure if it was the soothing warmth of the water or the thrill of anticipation that was making her heart race. Settling into a comfortable position, she began to close her eyes and relax. But just as she started to let go, she felt the familiar, nagging urge to empty her bladder.
With a sigh, Stephanie stepped over to the edge of the tub and carefully placed her wet feet on the cold tile. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that this was her husband's duty, and moved towards him. He lay on the ground, eyes wide with fear and anticipation, awaiting her command.
"Stand up, slave," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. He hesitated for a moment before obeying, his body trembling under her gaze.
"Good," she purred, taking a step closer to him. "Now lean back and open your mouth wide."
As he complied, she felt her body grow warm with excitement. Slowly, she unzipped her bathrobe, revealing her naked form to him. She teased him for a moment, letting him see her body before lowering herself onto his face.
"Drink it all up," she commanded, as she released a steady stream of urine onto his open mouth. She watched, savoring the look of abject humiliation on his face as he was forced to do her bidding.
The feeling of power was intoxicating, and Stephanie couldn't help but push herself further. With a mischievous smile, she reached down and began to rub her clitoris, moaning softly as she felt the familiar tingle of pleasure rise within her.
Her husband, caught between his wife's torment and his own unwanted arousal, could only grunt and writhe beneath her. Stephanie watched with glee as his struggles became more desperate, and his pleas for mercy grew louder.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Stephanie was satisfied. She stood up, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Her husband was a mess, his face and clothes drenched in urine, his eyes wild with fear and arousal.
With a laugh, Stephanie turned and walked away, leaving him to clean up the mess they had created together. As she climbed back into the warm, soothing bathwater, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her husband's humiliation pooling around her like a second skin. And she couldn't have been happier.
