Nikki walked over to her slave, who was standing with his head in the kitchen trashcan as she had commanded. He knew that he had to be ready for anything when she arrived home; she had been known to have some particularly kinky desires. Nikki smiled and looked down at him, her gaze expecting complete obedience.
"Good boy," she cooed, noticing how eager he was to please her. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her smartphone, checking the time before stepping over to the countertop. Taking a deep breath, she climbed up onto it, giving herself an impressive view of the entire room below.
The slave watched in anticipation as Nikki positioned herself on the countertop, knowing that something wet was about to land in his waiting mouth. Sure enough, she lifted her shapely leg and began to pee directly into his open mouth. The warm, golden liquid filled up his throat as he tried not to gag on its intense taste and pungent smell.
As Nikki continued to piss down into his gaping mouth, she noticed how much her slave enjoyed it. The camera mounted on the wall showed him savoring every drop of the scalding pee, his tongue lapping up any that managed to escape from his lips. This only turned her on more; she loved watching him squirm under her domination.
Finally, she was satisfied and pulled away from him, stepping off the countertop and straightening out her dress. Discretely licking her lips, she looked towards the slave, who was still waiting obediently for her next command. With a devious grin, Nikki pointed towards the remnants of her piss on the countertop. "I want you to clean that up," she ordered, nodding towards the wet patch.
The slave hesitated for only a moment before pushing himself off the trashcan and moving towards the countertop. On his knees, he began to lick up the remaining drops of pee, lapping at them with his tongue as if they were the most precious nectar in the world. As he continued to clean up her mess, Nikki couldn't help but feel a thrill of power surging through her body.
Satisfied with his progress, Nikki called him over to her and knelt down so that they were eye to eye. She stroked his cheek softly before leaning in and whispering softly into his ear. "Good boy," she purred once more, her warm breath tickling his earlobe. With that, she stood up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving him kneeling there on the cold, hard floor, wondering what kinky request she would have for him next.
