Mistress Ludovica Luxury, also known as Lu or Lollipop, was a stunningly gorgeous woman with an incredibly curvaceous figure that seemed to defy the laws of nature itself. Her plump, heavy breasts jiggled enticingly as she moved, and her voluptuous ass seemingly demanded attention at every turn. Her most unique feature was that she often appeared to be genuinely pregnant—an effect achieved by a custom-made corset that expertly mimicked a pregnant belly.
Today was one of those days when Lu's bladder was near overflowing, and she knew the time had come to unleash the deluge within her. Spotting one of her slaves by the corner of an opulent room in her lavish mansion, she sauntered over with a smirk on her face.
"You," she commanded softly, pointing at the servant who cowered beneath her gaze. The man looked up at her, terrified and unsure what was about to happen. He recognized that look in her eyes—it meant that she was about to indulge in one of her many "pregnancy rituals."
With a snort of amusement, Lu ordered him harshly to lie down on the ground immediately. "You stink of sweat!" she growled at him, "And I think you could use a shower."
The slave trembled as he realized what was about to happen. This wasn't just any shower—it would be a luxurious stream of piss from his Mistress, cascading over his body like a waterfall. It was both humiliating and arousing at the same time, and he knew there was no way out of it.
Without further ado, Lu unzipped her corset, allowing her "pregnant belly" to swell out before him. Then, she lowered her magnificent ass onto his chest, making him flinch beneath her weight. Feeling the warmth of her body against his skin, he could already sense the impending rush of piss that would soon drench him.
With one hand gently caressing her false belly, Lu leaned down and whispered into the slave's ear, her hot breath causing him to shiver in anticipation. "This is your purification, my slave," she hissed menacingly, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You'd better not dare complain about this 'showers' given by your Mistress—this is a privilege granted to you, and you'll cherish each and every drop."
Slowly but surely, Lu began to pee, her thick stream of urine shooting out of her pussy and hitting the slave square in the face. The force of it knocked him backwards, but he did not move from his spot beneath her relentless assault. One after another, her piss rained down upon him, soaking his clothes and skin, washing away any trace of dirt or sweat that might have clung to him.
As Lu continued to empty her bladder onto him, she watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened in terror, yet his cock throbbed with desire beneath him. This was what she lived for—the power to control another's pleasure and pain at will, all while lapping up their submission like a hungry beast.
Finally satiated, Lu stood up tall once more, her "pregnant" belly now hovering inches above the slave's face as he lay prostrate on the ground. "That's a boy," she murmured softly before walking away with a sigh of contentment.
The slave remained where he was, his body covered in piss and yet strangely aroused by what had just happened. He knew that he would remember this moment for the rest of his life—the feeling of Lu's powerful piss washing over him, the smell of ammonia filling his nostrils, and the look of both fear and desire in her eyes as she bathed him in her golden nectar. For better or worse, he was forever changed by his encounter with Mistress Ludovica Luxury.
