Once I arrived home from my vacation, I felt ready to resume my normal routine—and that included meeting with my beloved slave. As I waited for him in anticipation, I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of contentment, already planning out all the humiliating tasks I had in store for him. After all, what better way to break someone back into submission after time apart than by making them drink your pee?
As soon as the door opened and my loyal slave walked through it, I could sense his nervousness. He knew that this would not be an ordinary session; in fact, it was his first time seeing me since the holidays. His eyes darted around the room anxiously, unsure of where to look or what to do. "Well, come here," I purred seductively, motioning for him to approach me.
With shaky feet, he slowly made his way towards me. Once he was close enough, I grasped the hem of my skirt and pulled it up high above my waist, exposing my most intimate areas to him. This was his cue—time for him to show his devotion by worshiping my body and showing me just how much he craved my attention.
Without any further prompting, he dropped down onto his knees and began kissing up and down my thighs, stopping occasionally to lap at the tiny droplets of pee that had formed at the apex of my legs. He knew full well that this was his purpose, and he reveled in it eagerly. The smell of my urine filled the air as he worked his way up to my dripping pussy, his tongue lapping at the lips eagerly.
"Mmm, that's it," I murmured, my voice husky with arousal. "You're such a good little slave."
Satisfied with his efforts so far, I reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head up so that our eyes met. "Now it's time to prepare you for the real treat," I whispered darkly, my heart racing with excitement. "You're going to drink every single drop of my pee that's left inside me—and trust me, there's a lot of it."
As the slave dutifully emptied my bladder into his eager mouth, I considered how far we'd come since our first encounter. Back then, he was a cocky, defiant young man who thought he could resist my spell. But now, here he was—kneeling before me in complete submission, willing to do anything I asked of him. It gave me an inexplicable thrill to imagine all the ways I could humiliate him further.
Satisfied with the preparations, I rose to my feet, leaving my slave kneeling there with my now-empty bladder. "That's a good boy," I said softly, before shaking out my skirt and letting it fall back down to cover my now freed thighs.
With a wicked gleam in my eye, I turned around and held out my hand. "Come here," I commanded, imagining the feel of his tongue against my sweaty skin. "It's time for a special treat."
As he crawled towards me on all fours, I could feel the anticipation building within me. This was going to be one of our best sessions yet—and all because of this loyal, willing slave who could never seem to resist my charms.
