Put Your Catchy Heading Here
Lily and I stepped out onto the terrace, our eyes landing on a bizarre sight. A naked slave was lying on the ground, seemingly taking a vacation from his duties while basking in the sun. It was clear that he didn't understand the consequences of his actions, as red spots were already beginning to appear on his skin, indicative of sunburn.
We watched him with a mix of contempt and amusement. What did he think he was doing? He would undoubtedly need our help to cool down, but that didn't mean we'd do it in a conventional way. Spitting on him seemed like the perfect way to start - our saliva would at least provide some relief from the burning sensation.
However, we both knew that sometimes even that wasn't enough. As the slave's discomfort grew, it became evident that more drastic measures would be required. And so, it was decided: we would give him a taste of our own special blend of 'sunburn treatment'.
Without a word, we approached the slave, our bodies casting shadows over him. I leaned down, my cool breath kissing his flushed skin. It felt good to know that I had the power to make him squirm like this. And when the saliva wasn't enough, I let go of my bladder, releasing a generous stream of urine onto his body.
The shock and horror on his face was priceless. He tried to move away, but it was too late. He was already drenched in our 'remedy'. We stood over him, watching as he squirmed under our dominance. This was what it meant to be a slave - to suffer at our hands, and to learn his place in our world.
As we walked away, satisfied with our work, we couldn't help but wonder what other 'treatments' we would devise for him in the future. The possibilities were endless, and we would make sure he understood that he was ours to command.
