Nikki walked into her modern kitchen, her long legs in tight leather pants swaying slightly. She noticed her slave immediately; his head was stuck in the garbage can as per her instructions. His eyes gazed up at her, full of anticipation and submission.
She smiled wickedly, feeling her power over him grow. "Safe," she purred, indicating he could remove his head from the trash can. She tossed him a towel for his mouth, grinning as she watched him clean up the mess she had made of him earlier.
Walking over to the sink, Nikki realized she had to pee; the coffee she'd had earlier was beginning to take its toll. Pivoting deftly on her heels, she straddled the countertop, revealing her lacy black underwear.
"My camera slave," she called out, "is allowed to watch."
Her eyes locked onto the lens of her camera, which lay on the countertop, capturing every moment of their interaction. The slave could do nothing but watch as Nikki positioned herself, spreading her legs wide.
She let out a deep breath, feeling the tension building within her. Then, with a low growl, she began to pee, aiming directly into the slave's open mouth. He gagged slightly, but she could see he was enjoying it.
As she finished, she grinned, leaving him to lick up every last drop of her golden nectar. "Now, clean up the countertop," she demanded, pointing to the small puddle of piss that remained.
The slave moved forward, tongue darting out to lap up every last drop. Nikki watched him intently, savoring the sight of his submission. She knew he loved it, loved being her piss slave, and she reveled in the power she held over him.
As he finished, she pulled him to his feet, her fingers digging into his hair. "That's a good boy," she purred. "Now, wait here. I have another surprise for you."
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The slave stood there, trembling with anticipation, not knowing what to expect next. But he knew one thing for sure: he was hers, and he would do anything to please her.
