After savoring a sumptuous meal, Serena, Alexis, and Olivia felt their stomachs stretched to capacity. They sat back on the plush chairs, sipping elegant champagne and admiring the twinkling lights of Milan from the rooftop terrace of Casa Dupont. However, the glamorous ambiance soon turned to depravity when these three powerful Mistresses noticed the servant boy kneeling at their feet.
"Look at him," Serena chuckled, pointing at the trembling boy, "just waiting for our attention." She ground her diamond-encrusted stiletto into his back, eliciting a yelp of pain. The boy's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was coming next.
Alexis took a sip of her drink and leaned back, crossing her long legs. "I haven't had my fill yet," she purred, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. "Tonight, he's going to be our urinal."
Olivia laughed heartily, spinning her long braid around her slender finger. "Oh, how deliciously debauched!" She patted the boy's head like a loyal pet, then lifted her skirt, revealing her velvet-covered crotch. "Kiss it," she commanded.
As the boy obediently pressed his lips against her thigh, Olivia lowered her bare bottom over his face, hovering inches away from his nose. Her juices trickled down, onto his forehead, and into his mouth, drowning him in her essence.
Serena and Alexis joined in, squatting over him and relieving themselves, filling their diaphonous panties with urine. The stench was repulsive, but the sight of these dominating women treating him like a toilet only fueled their arousal.
Suddenly, a fourth Mistress appeared, her red lips curled into a mischievous smile. She sauntered over to a glimmering crystal bowl, lifted her skirt, and began to empty her bladder into it. The boy watched in horror as she filled the bowl with her golden liquid, then poured it over his head, drenching him from head to toe.
The other guests, oblivious to the debauchery unfolding before them, chattered away, sipping cocktails and munching on canapés. But for these Mistresses and their willing servant, this was a night of pure, unbridled pleasure to be savored and shared. And as the human urinal trembled, whimpering under their collective wrath, they reveled in their power, knowing that they could do as they pleased, whenever they pleased, with whoever they pleased.
