Tina and I had been planning this vacation for months, ever since we won the lottery and decided to splurge on an all-expenses-paid trip to beautiful Denmark. We were two best friends, both with a deep-seated passion for femdom and piss play. So, it only felt right that we'd bring our personal piss slave along with us on our holiday.
The flight over had been long and arduous, but the thought of unleashing our desires on our poor unsuspecting piss slave kept us both entertained. We had rented out a luxurious villa overlooking the sea, complete with its own private terrace – the perfect spot for us to relieve ourselves whenever we felt the urge.
As soon as we arrived, we unpacked our things and eagerly presented our slave with his assignment: from now on, he was to be our personal piss slave, at our beck and call whenever we needed him to serve us. His eyes darted nervously between us as he trembled in fear, not daring to disobey the command of his mistresses.
Over the course of the week, Tina and I marveled at the beauty of Denmark while also indulging in our darkest fantasies. The terrace of our villa became our private playground, where we would often find ourselves needing to relieve ourselves after a long day exploring. And each time, without fail, our slave would be there waiting for us, his mouth open and eager for another delicious mouthful of piss.
On the third day of our vacation, we decided to ramp things up a notch. As the sun began to set over the sparkling sea, we ordered our slave into the center of the terrace. We took turns standing over him, our tight, wet pussies inches away from his quivering lips. First, Tina emptied her bladder onto his face, the warm, golden liquid dribbling down his chin as he eagerly lapped it up.
Then it was my turn. I pushed my cunt down onto his face, my piss shooting out in powerful jets that seemed to go on forever. He struggled valiantly against the waves of urine pouring into his mouth, but we wouldn't allow him to escape our punishment.
As our slaves struggled to catch his breath between mouthfuls of piss, we decided to turn up the heat even further. We positioned ourselves side by side, our legs spread wide apart, and began to piss together. At first, our streams intermingled, forming a river of piss that flowed directly into his open, eager mouth.
But then, as if by some unspoken command, we began to alter our aim, intentionally missing his mouth and instead directing our pee at his tail. We laughed mercilessly as he struggled to catch his breath, his body twitching uncontrollably from the shock of the icy-cold liquid.
By the end of our vacation, our slave was little more than a piss-soaked mess. Yet still, he remained loyal and obedient to his mistresses. It was then that we knew we had truly found our calling – to dominate and humiliate those unfortunate enough to cross our paths.
With one last look of defiance, we boarded the plane home, our slave trailing miserably behind us. We had had an amazing time in Denmark, and we couldn't wait to see what other delights our twisted minds could conjure up next.
