Chapter 8
The sex slave's name was Barbara Peterson, and she was a rather sullen teenager with long stringy hair that spilled down onto her shoulders. Barbara Peterson's hair had not been stringy when she was first brought to Mistress Felicia's torture chamber. It was just that the dominatrix bitch had not allowed the pretty sex slave to bathe in a few days.
"I have decided that I am going to test your worth to me as a sex slave," Mistress Felicia said to Barbara Peterson.
"How are you going to do that?" Barbara Peterson said.
"I am going to find out if you are worthy of being my toilet."
Barbara Peterson was not sure what Mistress Felicia meant by that, but she sure as hell knew that she did not like the sound of it.
"I drank several glasses of wine before coming downstairs for tonight's torture session," the dominatrix bitch said.
"I see."
"And you know what that means. The wine went straight to my bladder."
"That happens to me too," Barbara Peterson said.
"Now I have got to take a wicked piss," Mistress Felicia said.
"Oh my."
"Which brings me back to my original point. I want to find out if you are worthy of being my toilet," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Let me get this straight, you want to piss on me" Barbara Peterson said.
"No."
"No?"
"Nope."
"What then?"
"I want to piss IN YOU, sex slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"In me?"
"That's right. In your MOUTH!" the dominatrix bitch said.
"Oh," Barbara Peterson said.
"I want you to kneel before me now, sex slave," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," Barbara Peterson said subserviently.
"I want you to tilt your head back for me," the dominatrix bitch said.
"Yes, Mistress Felicia," the pretty sex slave said submissively.
"Now I want you to open your mouth as far as it will go."
"Okay."
Barbara Peterson did as she was told. Mistress Felicia reached down between her legs. The criminally insane woman caressed at the insides of her thighs with the fleshy part of her fingertips. Mistress Felicia scratched up and down the finely-tapered insides of the dominatrix bitch's firm thighs with the tip of her long ref fingernails. Mistress Felicia then moved her fingertips to the outer most edges her inner cunt lips. Mistress Felicia peeled those lips back. Mistress Felicia had been telling the truth about having a full bladder. The criminally insane woman really did have to take a licked piss. Mistress Felicia felt like she could piss a quart.
Mistress Felicia missed Barbara Peterson's opened mouth on purpose at first and sprayed Barbara Peterson's entire face with her pee. Then the dominatrix bitch re-adjusted her aim and made the flow of yellow urine go right into Barbara Peterson's mouth.
Barbara Peterson began to drink. Barbara continued to drink until Mistress Felicia's bladder was empty.
"Now that you have been my toilet you are going to be my toilet paper," the dominatrix bitch said. "Okay."
"I want you to lick the last few droplets of piss out of my cunt."
"All right."
Barbara Peterson did as she was told and did not stop licking until all of the piss had ben licked out of Mistress Felicia's cunt.
"Don't stop licking."
"Okay."
"Lick the outer lips."
"Okay."
"Lick the inner lips."
"Ummmmmmm."
"Lick between the inner lips."
"Yes."
"Lick inside my fuck hole."
"Your wish is my command," Barbara Peterson said. "Lick my clit."
"Okay."
"Make me come! OHHHHHHHH!"
When Mistress Felicia was finished coming she bound Barbara Peterson by the shoulders in a sitting position. Barbara Peterson's hands were free so she could masturbate. Barbara diddled her clit. Mistress Felicia gave her a dildo and Barbara Peterson, looking as sullen as ever, began to work that dildo in and out of her cunt.