Rosella was a dominant woman who enjoyed showing her power over others, especially her slaves. She had a new idea for one of her slaves, Fit. On a beautiful summer day, she decided to create an outdoor piss shower especially for him.
Rosella prepared the area with a large bucket of water and some soap. She put on a revealing, transparent dress that showed off her perfect body, taking care not to wear any underwear underneath. She knew exactly what she was about to do and wanted Fit to see it all.
Called Fit over, she instructed him to lie down on the ground facing up. He was nervous but did as he was told. Rosella then knelt between his legs and started pouring the warm water over his body, washing him gently but firmly. As she did so, she used her fingers to massage his skin and cock, teasing him with her touch.
Once she was finished washing him, Rosella stood up and slowly lifted her dress above her hips, exposing her shaven pussy and asshole. She stood over Fit completely naked now, her aroused, wet pussy dripping with anticipation.
Without saying a word, she straddled Fit's head and positioned her dripping cunt above his mouth. She lowered herself until he could feel the heat of her pussy against his lips, then pushed down hard.
Fit tried desperately to move away but couldn't escape Rosella's iron grip on his hair. He felt her hot juices gushing onto his tongue as she began to piss herself, filling his mouth with her potent, spicy piss.
As the stream of piss continued to fill his mouth, Fit felt himself getting harder and harder underneath her. He could taste the salty sweetness of her piss and couldn't help but swallow it all, even as it flowed down his chin and onto the ground.
After what seemed like an eternity, Rosella finally pulled her dripping cunt off his face and stood up tall, smirking down at him. Fit looked up at her with gratitude mixed with fear, his cock still hard and leaking precum.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered.
"Don't thank me yet," she said coldly, grabbing a handful of his hair once again and pulling him up. She led him over to the bucket of water and soap, then pushed him down onto his knees.
"Now it's your turn to clean up," she commanded him.
Fit knelt there, still shaken from the experience but knowing better than to disobey, as he began to wash the ground where they had been standing, scrubbing until it was spotless.
Meanwhile, a smug smile played on Rosella's lips. She knew that she had given Fit an experience he would never forget, and she couldn't wait to do it all over again.
