As the evening wore on, my girlfriend Dacada and I found ourselves at our mutual friend Marie-Skyler's house, enjoying a glass of champagne while listening to music and catching up on each other's lives. The conversation flowed easily, and it wasn't long before we began discussing our plans for the night. We had originally intended to go out clubbing or something similar, but as we sipped our drinks, a more sinister idea began to take hold in Marie-Skyler's mind - using her slave as a filthy receptacle for our pee!
Without warning, Marie-Skyler stood up suddenly, grabbing everyone's attention. She glanced at Dacada and me, then down at the shackled man lying vulnerable on the floor. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she suggested, "You know what would be really dirty? We use him as a toilet before we go out tonight!"
Dacada and I exchanged looks of shock followed by undisguised excitement as we realized what Marie-Skyler was proposing. This was going to be one hell of a girls' night! We eagerly agreed, and without further ado, Marie-Skyler commanded the slave to lie down on his stomach on the ground while she removed his restraints from his hands and feet.
Taking turns pissing on the exposed skin of the slave's back, we watched with glee as he squirmed helplessly beneath us. The warmth of our piss ran down his spine, leaving behind a trail of wetness. Once we were done, Marie-Skyler stepped forward and presented her heavily pregnant belly to him, daring him to push her over—but when he didn't, she simply laughed coldly before spitting on his face and ordering him to lick every drop clean off her tummy.
Next up was Dacada's turn; she took a long, slow drag on her cigarette before blowing out a thick stream of smoke right into the slave's face. His eyes watered from the sudden intensity of it, but he didn't dare move as she instructed him to open his mouth wide. A few seconds later, she flicked the butt of her cigarette straight into his mouth, causing him to choke and sputter as he tried desperately to contain the burning ash before it dispersed throughout his mouth.
Finally, it was my turn. I grinned maliciously at the pathetic wretch lying prostrate at my feet before getting down on all fours over him. With one swift movement, I positioned my pussy directly above his mouth and let loose a torrent of urine, aiming right at his gaping maw. Satisfied with the sight of him choking back our combined load of piss, I retracted my dripping cunt and stepped back to admire my handiwork.
As we watched him struggle to breathe under the weight of our fluids, Dacada couldn't resist adding insult to injury. She grabbed a nearby glass, filled it halfway with her own piss, then emptied the contents right down the slave's throat. His eyes bulged as he tried to keep up with the rapid influx of liquid, but it was clear that he was losing the battle.
By this point, we were all laughing hysterically, our ugly cackles echoing through the house. It felt good to be bad—to have complete control over another human being and exploit them for our own twisted pleasure. As we left to continue our night out, we couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment stemming from the knowledge that we'd left our mark—quite literally—on this pathetic excuse for a man.
