As I entered the dingy, poorly lit room, I could already smell the faint aroma of sweat and anticipation. I smiled softly as I walked over to the bed where my new submissive lay, bound tightly in foil bondage. His eyes widened as he looked up at me, nervous but aroused at the same time.
"Hello, slave," I purred, running a finger across his cheek. He flinched slightly as if startled, but there was a twinkle in his eyes that told me he was excited for what was to come.
"Miss Nica," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room.
I chuckled softly and knelt down next to him, taking one of his hands in mine. Ever so gently, I ran my fingernail down his wrist, drawing a thin line of blood. He gasped softly, his eyes closing in pleasure as he writhed slightly against his bonds.
"Now," I said, my voice low and sultry, "I want you to open your mouth wide for me."
He hesitated for only a moment, then complied, stretching his mouth as far as he could. I could see the anticipation and eagerness in his eyes as he waited for me to do something.
Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my heel against his lips, feeling them part slightly as he instinctively tried to accommodate me. I held still for a moment, savoring the feeling of power that coursed through me. Then, I pushed harder, forcing my heel deeper into his mouth until I could feel his tongue on the sole of my foot.
A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine as I pulled back slightly and pressed my other foot against his lips. I could feel his tongue trying to trace the shape of my foot on the inside of his mouth, and it sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I smiled strangely and stood up, walking over to the table where I had set up a tray with various items on it. I picked up a champagne flute and walked back over to my submissive, knelling down next to him again.
"Drink this," I commanded, holding the flute out to him. He opened his mouth wide again and I tipped the flute, letting the warm champagne flow over his tongue and into his mouth. He swallowed obediently, and I could see his eyes roll back in pleasure as he tasted the sweet, bubbly liquid.
Finally, I leaned down and pressed the tip of my finger against his lips, tracing the outline of his mouth. "Now," I purred, my voice thick with desire, "it's time for the real test."
I stood up slowly, and walked over to the toilet. There, I squatted down and released the stream of piss that had built up inside me, aiming it directly at his face. He shook in anticipation as he watched the golden liquid arc through the air towards him, finally splashing into his face and eyes.
With a quiet moan of pleasure, he leaned his head back against the foil that bound him, letting the warm fluid wash over him. I watched with growing anticipation as he began to whimper softly, his whole body shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Finally, I stood up and walked back over to him, smiling softly. "Well done," I purred, reaching down and undoing the foil that bound his mouth.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible. I laughed softly and reached down, plucking a small piece of shit from the floor. Slowly, I leaned down and pressed it against his lips, watching as he opened his mouth in anticipation.
