Princess Nikki stepped into the luxurious bathroom, her body glistening with sweat as she undid the clasp of her corset. She cast a sultry gaze at the gold-plated bidet positioned in the corner of the room, licking her lips in anticipation. With a wicked grin, she reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor while she kicked off her heels.
Nikki approached the bidet, revealing her perfect, toned body clad only in black lace lingerie. She remembered the new toy she had bought especially for today's session - a long, stainless-steel tube with a tiny silver ball at one end. It looked innocent enough, but she knew the effect it would have on her pathetic slave once he witnessed its true purpose.
She climbed onto the smooth marble edge of the bidet, spreading her legs invitingly as she flicked a switch hidden behind the tap. A gentle whirring sound filled the silence, and a moment later, cool water began to fill the bidet beneath her. "Time to prepare for our little game, my slave," she purred, running the end of the steel tube up and down over her wet pussy lips.
Her body shivered with pleasure as she felt the cool steel against her sensitive skin. She looked down, watching as her heated essence dripped from the end of the tube, forming a puddle in the bidet below. Her eyes glinted with malice as she reached down once more and squeezed her pussy muscles around the tube, forcing a steady stream of her sweet, pungent piss into the bidet. The scent of her pee filled the air, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of delight.
Then, she turned her attention to her slave. He was kneeling on the soft, plush carpet, his eyes fixed on her every movement. His cock was already hard, straining against his pants as he watched his Mistress's erotic display. Nikki couldn't help but grin. He was such a pathetic excuse for a man, but she loved him all the same.
With a curl of her lips, she lifted the steel tube from the bidet, holding it triumphantly above her head. "Drink, my slave," she commanded. "Drink every drop of your Princess's hot, sweet piss." Her voice was cold and empty as she gazed down at him, daring him to defy her.
The slave hesitated for just a moment, his eyes darting between his Mistress and the steel tube she held. But when she arched an eyebrow in challenge, he knew there was no escape. Slowly, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing his shiny, bare butt cheeks. His cock, still straining against his pants, leaked a steady stream of precum onto the carpet.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now lean over and open your filthy mouth." With shaking hands, he obeyed, positioning himself over the bidet. Nikki licked her lips once more before lowering the tube, slowly pushing it between his parted lips. She could feel him gagging around the tight metal circle as he tried to resist.
But she wouldn't let him. She pushed the tube deeper, forcing his mouth open wider until he was choking on her piss. She watched with dark amusement as he struggled against her, his cheeks red and straining as his muscles quivered in an effort to resist her. But she knew he wouldn't stop until she told him to.
And so she kept pushing, forcing her hot, stale piss down his throat until his stomach churned with the bitter-sweet taste. Finally, when she judged he'd had enough, she pulled the tube away, watching as it slid back out of his throat and left him gasping for air.
"Good boy," she purred once more, reaching down to stroke his sweaty hair. "Now clean up the mess you've made." He hesitated for a moment before pushing himself up off the floor, his knees shaking as he stumbled over to the bidet. With shaking hands, he reached into the puddle of piss, scooping it up and rubbing it over his cock and balls.
Nikki watched with a mix of amusement and arousal as he cleaned himself with her piss, his cock now standing straight and proud. "That's a good slave," she murmured, running her fingernails gently over the sensitive skin of his back. "Now, come fetch your reward."
Slowly, he stood up, turning to face her. His eyes were filled with need and adoration as he gazed up at her, his mouth open in eager anticipation. Nikki smiled, knowing he would do anything she asked. Reaching down, she cupped his face in her hands, leaning forward to press her lips against his in a lingering kiss.
"Tomorrow, we'll do it again," she whispered against his lips. "And the day after that. Until you can't get enough of my hot, sweet piss." Then, with one last sultry look, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, alone and aroused, dreaming of their next session.
