In the dimly lit room, Mistress Gu sat on her golden throne, observing her newest acquisition with a sense of anticipation. This was a special kind of slave, one who would serve her in a way she had never experienced before. She smiled to herself, contemplating the power she held over this pathetic creature.
The slave was trembling as he stood before her, his eyes fixed on her flowing robes. He had been instructed to kneel down and present himself, but his nerves were preventing him from moving. Mistress Gu raised an eyebrow, sensing his fear.
"I am Mistress Gu, and you will address me as 'Mistress' at all times," she said in a cold, commanding voice. The slave swallowed hard and repeated her words back to her, not daring to look up. She leaned forward, studying his face closely. He was young, probably in his early twenties, with soft features that belied his submissive nature.
With a cruel smile, Mistress Gu beckoned him closer. He hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward, his knees shaking. As he drew near, she extended her hand, palm upward. The slave looked at it nervously, not understanding what she wanted.
"Kiss my hand," she commanded. He hesitated again, but then lowered his lips to her skin. His warm breath fanned across her knuckles, and she almost gagged at the thought of being so close to him. But she forced herself to remain composed.
Finally, it was time for the real test. Mistress Gu motioned for the slave to kneel down before her, his face mere inches from her groin. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what she intended.
"You are to drink my urine," she said, her voice steady despite the pleasure that coursed through her veins. The slave whimpered softly, shaking his head. "You will do it," she continued, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Without further hesitation, Mistress Gu lifted her gown and exposed her sex to the slave. A warm stream flowed from her, filling the air with its foul stench. The slave's eyes widened in disgust, but he knew better than to resist.
Slowly, he lowered his head and extended his tongue, tentatively tasting the bitter liquid. He gagged as he tried to swallow it, coughing and spluttering. Mistress Gu watched dispassionately, her heart racing with excitement.
Finally, the slave managed to swallow the last mouthful of urine. Mistress Gu nodded in approval. "Good boy," she said softly, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement.
As the slave rose to his feet, Mistress Gu turned away, smoothing her gown down over her thighs. She felt satisfied, knowing that she had broken in her new piss-drinking slave. Tomorrow, she would make him clean her chamber pot with his tongue. And the day after that, she would find some new, horrific way to humiliate him.
It felt good to be in control again.
