Scat and Piss Femdom: A Night of Forced Humiliation
The dimly lit bar was filled with the stench of stale beer and sweat. The bartender, a tall man with hair greased back, wiped down the counter for the umpteenth time. It was just another slow night at Scat and Piss, the dingy underground club where fetishists gathered to indulge in their darkest desires.
The door swung open, and two women walked in, their heels clicking against the floor. The bartender's eyes widened as he recognized them - it was Nikki and Nomi, two of the most notorious femme fatales in the fetish scene. They sauntered over to the bar, their hips swaying seductively.
"What can I get you ladies?" the bartender asked, his voice shaky.
"We're here for some of your finest piss, darling," Nomi purred, running her fingers through her long, black hair.
The bartender felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. He hated when they came in on one of his shifts. He knew the consequences of refusing their request - humiliation and most likely a good kicking as well. With a trembling hand, he grabbed two glasses and began filling them with ice.
"You know the drill," Nikki said, her voice low and menacing. "Pour yourself a shot first, then pour us our drinks."
The bartender did as he was told, his heart racing in his chest. As he reached for the bottle of vodka, Nikki plucked it from the shelf and placed it on the counter, her fingers brushing against his. He could feel the heat from her touch as she took a swig from the bottle, her throat working as she swallowed.
"That's a start," Nomi said, licking her lips. "Now let's have some piss, shall we?"
The bartender swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on the women. He knew what was coming next, and he hated every second of it. But he also knew that refusing them would only lead to more humiliation. With shaking hands, he pulled out his cock and began to piss into the glasses.
Nikki and Nomi watched with amused interest as he struggled to hold himself up, his face turning red with embarrassment. When they were satisfied with the amount, they each took a sip of their drinks, their eyes closing in pleasure as they savored the bitter taste of piss mixed with vodka.
The bartender coughed, trying to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He hated this bar, hated the people who came here, and most of all, he hated himself for being weak enough to work here. But there was nowhere else he could go. He was trapped.
As Nikki and Nomi finished their drinks, they sauntered out of the bar, leaving the bartender to clean up the mess they'd left behind. He wiped down the counter one last time, trying to erase the stench of piss and sweat from his senses. But it would be a while before he could forget this night of forced humiliation.
