The car ride was long and bumpy, but my mistress didn't seem to mind. She kept fiddling with my pants, smirking as her cold, sharp nails traced over my bulge. I tried not to betray my excitement as she hummed to herself and stroked my cock through my pants.
Once we arrived at her destination, she unclipped my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car. "Come on," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards a secluded barn. She pushed me inside, closing the door behind us, and locked it with a small, ominous click.
My heart raced as she removed a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs from her pocket and snapped them around my wrists, pulling them tight. "Mmm," she purred, running her gloved fingers over the small, metal circles. "Now we can really begin."
She grabbed a leash and attached it to my collar, tugging me forward so that I was on my knees in front of her. She pulled off her boots and socks, revealing her bare feet, and placed them on my shoulders, keeping me in place.
"Good boy," she cooed, reaching down and tugging at my pants. In one swift motion, she pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles, leaving me completely exposed before her. She gave me a stern look, and I lowered my head in submission.
She stepped forward, tracing her fingers over every inch of my bare skin. She squeezed my naked ass, causing me to flinch, and ran her icy fingernails down my spine. Then, with a chilling smirk, she tugged at the gag mask hanging from the wall.
It proved too difficult for her to put on by herself, so she ordered me to open my mouth. I obeyed, unsealing the natural breath blocker built into the device. She adjusted it until it fit securely over my nose and mouth, effectively muffling any sounds that might escape me.
Next, she picked up a slender bottle filled with a clear liquid and instructed me to tilt my head back. I did as I was told, feeling the cool liquid trickle down the back of my throat. It tasted bitter and burning, but I forced myself to swallow it down.
When she was finished, she stepped back, her sultry gaze burning into me. Suddenly, I felt a rush of liquid against my chest and gulped as I realized it was her urine. She chuckled darkly, then soaked my face with a torrent of hot, golden pee.
She stood there, watching as I struggled not to inhale the foul odor, and hummed softly to herself. Then, without warning, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face towards her voluptuous body. Once again, I found myself face-to-face with her piss stream.
I couldn't help myself; I opened my mouth and began drinking. The warm liquid coated my tongue and filled my mouth, causing me to gag and cough uncontrollably. She giggled wickedly before cutting off the flow and pulling me back up by my hair.
"Good boy," she purred, grabbing my cock through my suit pants. She began stroking it hard and fast, causing me to moan into the gag. She smiled and stepped away, her high heels clicking on the floor.
"Wait," I managed to muffle through the gag, my voice barely audible beneath the thick leather restraint. "What's next?"
She leaned in close, whispering in my ear. "You'll see," she purred, tracing her fingernails along my cheek. Then, with a smirk, she turned and walked away, leaving me shackled and alone in the dark barn.
