Lady Scarlet and her friend, both wearing stylish little black dresses, giggled drunkenly as they made their way to the bathroom. They had spent the day at a party flirting with various men, but now they had set their sights on a much more degrading target. Their eyes fell upon a young, bound and gagged man lying helplessly on the floor.
With smirks on their lips, they approached the bound man, who was trembling with fear. Lady Scarlet's friend knelt next to him, reached into his pants, and roughly groped his crotch. The man whimpered, but was powerless to stop them.
"He's all yours," Lady Scarlet whispered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't wait to see how you use him."
Her friend nodded eagerly, her hand still massaging the man's growing erection through his clothes. She stood up and turned to face the man, her dress hitching up slightly to reveal a glimpse of her lace-trimmed panties.
"You want to see us?" she purred, letting her fingers brush against the head of his cock. "You know what you have to do."
The man nodded silently, his eyes focused on her panties. She reached down and pulled them aside, revealing her wet, eager pussy to him. For a moment, his eyes widened in surprise, and then he leaned forward, his lips parting in anticipation.
"That's it, baby," she murmured, guiding his head towards her dripping folds. "Drink your Mistress's piss."
As he began to dutifully lap at her juices, Lady Scarlet watched with a combination of disgust and excitement. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She knelt beside the bound man and squatted over him, her red panties dangling tantalizingly close to his face.
"Here's your chance, slave," she taunted, grabbing hold of his hair. "Drink this piss and maybe you'll get a glimpse of my pussy."
With a forceful shove, she forced her panties into his mouth, blocking out the world with the scent and taste of her urine. She felt his tongue dancing against her folds, lapping up her juices as she emptied her bladder onto him.
As she finally pulled away, she glanced at her friend, who nodded eagerly. They both knew that they had pushed their slave too far. With tears streaming down his face, he looked like he was about to be sick.
"Maybe that's enough for tonight," Lady Scarlet mused, standing up. "I think we've humiliated him enough."
"Yeah," her friend agreed, helping the whimpering man to his feet. "Let's get him cleaned up and out of here."
Together, they led the sobbing man into the shower, where they would wash away the evidence of their depravity. As they watched the filthy water swirl down the drain, they couldn't help but giggle at the thought of what they had just done. It had been a night of double humiliation, and they had enjoyed every moment of it.
