Miss Lith Domina was a ruthless Goddess who ruled her tiny realm with an iron fist. Her slave trembled in fear as she entered the bathroom, his heart racing at the thought of what she might do to him next. She was clad in nothing but a skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination, and her shapely ass cheeks glistened with sweat in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Come here, pathetic little thing," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. He approached her cautiously, his eyes fixed on the damp patch of hair between her legs. "Touch me there," she growled, pointing to her pussy. His trembling hand reached out and made contact with the damp, warm folds of her labia. A shudder ran through him as he felt her wetness.
Lith let out a tinkling laugh, dismissing his attempt as if it were nothing. She then turned her gaze towards his minuscule penis, which hung limply between his legs. "You think you're even capable of pleasuring a woman, with that pathetic excuse for a cock?" she scoffed, slapping it away. Her words were cruel, but they stung with truth. He buried his face in his hands, hiding from her piercing gaze.
She smirked, sensing her slave's mortification. "Look at me." Her command was sharp, like a whip lashing across his skin. He raised his head slowly, his eyes filled with despair. "I said look at me," she repeated, her voice taking on a menacing tone. With great reluctance, he followed her gaze downwards to the floor. "You mean this?" he asked hesitantly, pointing at the puddle of pee that had formed around her feet.
Lith laughed coldly. "Why yes, that's my urine you're looking at. Isn't it quite mesmerizing?" She stepped away from him and dipped her fingers into the golden liquid, bringing them up to her nose to inhale deeply. "Smell it," she commanded, her voice dripping with seduction now. He hesitated, but then she grabbed him by the chin and forced his face towards her wet fingers. "Smell it, you disgusting worm."
As he took in the heady scent of her piss, his body reacted in spite of himself. He felt himself growing hard in spite of the humiliation and degradation she was subjecting him to. Feeling her power over him, Lith smiled cruelly. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" she mocked. "To smell my pussy, to think that perhaps today might be the day you'd get to taste it."
She then turned her back on him, bending over to reveal her tight little asshole. "But today is not that day," she purred, her voice thick with menace. "Today you get to see me take a nice, hot enema." She grabbed a bag of brown liquid from behind her and poured it into a funnel, which she inserted into her asshole. As she began to fill herself up, her buttocks shook with each powerful thrust.
Soon, the brown water was spurting powerfully out of her asshole, shooting across the room and splattering against the walls. She giggled cruelly as her slave watched, helpless to do anything but stand there and witness her depravity. "Do you want some of that, you filthy little coward?" she taunted, turning around to face him once again.
Before he could answer, she pushed him down onto his knees and forced his mouth open, pointing the stream of pungent, chunky ooze into his gaping maw. "Swallow it," she commanded, her voice now low and threatening. "Every. Last. Drop."
As he clumsily struggled to swallow the nauseating mess, he felt her hand moving up and down between his legs, teasing his cock mercilessly until it stood at full attention. "That's a good little cocksucker," she purred, moving closer to him. "Now, how about you show me just how much you appreciate this?"
She reached down and grabbed his head, pulling him into her warm, wet pussy. His tongue was met with the intense flavor of her arousal, and he began to lick and suckle at her clit furiously. As he did so, he felt her catch his rhythm, moving her hips in time with his mouth.
Lith moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt pleasure coursing through her body. "Oh yes," she breathed heavily. "You like that, don't you? You like making your pathetic little cock feel good."
Suddenly, she pulled him away from her pussy and pushed him down onto the floor. "Now, you're going to make yourself cum," she growled, stomping on his chest for emphasis. "And when you do, you're going to swallow every drop of your pathetic little load. Do you understand?"
He nodded furiously, his eyes wide with terror and arousal.
"Good boy," she purred, her tone suddenly soft and almost soothing. "Now, show me what you've got."
With trembling hands, he reached down and began to stroke his shaft, moving faster and faster as he felt the familiar tension building inside him. Suddenly, he felt the familiar warmth filling his mouth, and he began to twitch and spasm uncontrollably.
Lith watched with a sense of twisted satisfaction as he struggled to contain his orgasm, his cock pulsing hotly in her hand. "Swallow it," she commanded, her voice almost gentle now. "Swallow every drop, you filthy whore."
With one final effort, he forced himself to swallow the last of his load, the taste of his own cum washing over his tongue. As he lay on the floor, gasping for air and trying desperately not to throw up, he felt the satisfaction of pleasing his Mistress wash over him. He looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration and gratitude.
"That's a good slave," she purred, stroking his hair lovingly. "Now, why don't you stand up and grab a towel? You're going to need it."
Grateful for the arduous task that lay ahead of him, he took the towel and began dutifully cleaning up the mess that he had made. He knew that this was the life that he had chosen, and he would gladly endure any trial or humiliation that came his way, just to be in the presence of the one person who truly understood him.
The one person who made him feel alive.
