As the night wore on, Anja and I found ourselves in a state of intense sexual arousal. Our fingers always found their way back to each other, and our bodies craved more intimate contact. We were two dominant women looking for something extra, something that would push us over the edge.
"I have an idea," I whispered to Anja, biting my lower lip in anticipation. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion that danced in my eyes.
"Let's find a slave and make him worship our piss," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Anja's eyes widened in excitement at the idea. She knew how much I loved to dominate and humiliate, and this was just the sort of thing that would set my soul on fire.
We searched through the crowded club, our eyes raking over every inch of flesh on display. We were looking for the perfect slave—someone who would endure whatever we had in store for them. When we spotted him, we knew he was the one.
He was young and attractive, but more importantly, he looked like he'd be willing to do whatever we asked of him. We approached him slowly, our hips swaying enticingly as we walked.
"You like piss, don't you?" I purred, brushing my fingers against his chest. He nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Anja's lips. "Good. Because we have so much of it to give you."
We led him to a dimly lit corner of the club, where we had set up a makeshift toilet. It was just a bucket really, but it would do the job perfectly.
"Now listen up," I growled, my voice dropping to a menacing pitch. "You are going to worship our piss. When I go to the toilet, you will kneel beside it and wait for me to relieve myself. And when I'm finished, you will drink every last drop of it."
The slave looked terrified, but he also couldn't hide the excitement that coursed through his veins. He knew what we were asking of him, and he was willing to do it.
"Now bow down before us," demanded Anja, her hand sinking into the slave's hair. He dropped to his knees before us, his head bowed in submission.
I took my time, savoring the power I knew I held over him. I could feel Anja's eyes boring into my back as she waited for me to finish what we'd started.
Finally, I released a steady stream of urine into the bucket, watching as the slave's eyes widened in awe at the sight of my golden liquid cascading into the container. He leaned forward, desperate to taste my piss, but I held him back for another moment.
"Drink it slowly," I warned him. "You don't want to choke on it."
The slave nodded, his throat working as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He opened his mouth wide and tipped his head back, allowing the first drops of my piss to touch his tongue. He groaned in ecstasy as he finally tasted what he'd been craving for so long.
As I watched him drink, I felt a wave of satisfaction wash over me. This was what true dominance felt like—having someone kneel at your feet, worshiping you and your every desire.
"Your turn, Anja," I whispered, my voice no longer harsh. She stepped forward, her body pressing against mine for just a moment.
Without further ado, Anja pulled down her panties and unleashed a torrent of piss that seemed to go on forever. The slave looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration as he drank every last drop she had to offer.
When she finished, the slave leaned forward in anticipation once more. We both knew what was coming next.
"You didn't drink fast enough," I growled, kicking the bucket over. "Now you get to clean it up... with your tongue."
The slave didn't hesitate this time. He quickly got down on his hands and knees, using his tongue to lap up every last drop of piss from the floor. We watched him carefully, making sure he didn't miss any spots.
As he finished, he looked up at us, his eyes shining with gratitude. We were satisfied with his obedience and allowed him to rest for the moment. But we both knew that there would be other times, other ways in which we would test his loyalty and devotion.
For now though, we basked in the glory of our dominance and the power that came with it. Little did the slave know that he was just one of many puppets at our disposal, ready to be used and abused whenever we desired.
