In less than five minutes, she tried again. “Sir? I really do need to pee. Please?”
Mark made his voice stern. “When I want to you to pee, I’ll let you know. Is that understood?”
“But…” she began, but apparently thought better of it, finishing the sentence with a dutiful, “Yes, Sir.”
He glanced at his watch and placed a silent bet with himself. She would last another three minutes. She surprised him by holding on for five, but then she blurted, “Please, Sir. I really can’t hold it anymore.” She had begun to rock slightly backward and forward. “I’m going to have an accident.”
Mark lifted his legs from her back and pretended to contemplate her plight. Then he sprang his deviously delightful plan. “I’ll let you pee on one condition.”
“Yes, Sir?” She looked up eagerly.
“If I let you pee, you have to let me pee first.” He paused for effect before adding, “In your mouth.”
Alana looked dumbstruck, as if she couldn’t possibly have heard him correctly. “What?” she blurted, forgetting his honorific, but he didn’t correct her.
“You heard me. In your mouth. You’re serving now as my furniture. The next logical step is to use you as my toilet.”
Alana had begun to shake her head, her mouth working, though she made no sound.
“Are you refusing, slave?” He allowed her the illusion for the moment that she had any choice in the matter.
Alana didn’t answer, but only continued to shake her head from side to side.
Mark hadn’t expected this. How dare she refuse him?
Getting to his feet, he gripped her by the shoulders and forced her to her feet. Gripping her wrists, he pulled her arms up hard behind her back and frogmarched her to the bedroom. “Your choice, Alana. I think a timeout in the cage will give you more perspective.”
As he pushed her toward the closet, she finally spoke. “No, not the cage. Please, not the cage,” she begged, pushing back against him.
He stopped just outside the closet doors. “So…what are you saying? Are you ready to behave? Should I forgive you for refusing your lord and Master?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, hurry.”
He let go of her arms and she immediately brought her hands to her crotch, dancing on her toes like a little girl. He led her to the bathroom. When she tried to rush to the toilet, he stopped her, instead directing her to climb into the tub.
He’d been planning on making her take his urine first, but it was clear she couldn’t hold it another second, so he let her pee standing up, the urine already splashing down between her shapely legs the moment she climbed in. When she reached toward the tap to wash herself, however, he stopped her.
“No, you aren’t done yet. I still need to piss, too, don’t forget.” He pointed downward. “Get on your knees. Kneel up, arms behind your back and open your mouth.”
She stared at him with horror in her wide eyes. “Please,” she breathed. “I can’t. Don’t make me do that. Please.”
He’d been more than patient, giving her more chances than she deserved, and now the bitch was refusing him yet again? Anger suddenly exploded in his brain. “How dare you say no to me! Not once, but twice? You’ve definitely earned yourself a punishment, young lady. Now, don’t make it worse for yourself. Open your mouth or I’ll devise a way to open it for you. And I promise it will be much worse for you if I have to do that. Much worse.”
Alana obviously believed him. She knelt, trembling, locked her arms behind her back and opened her lips in a half-hearted gesture.
“Wider,” he ordered, as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He positioned himself over her and stood for a moment. She was shaking, her eyes squeezed shut. “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Keep them on your Master while he pisses in your mouth.”
She opened her dark blue eyes and fixed them on his face, a tear rolling down her cheek.
He held his shaft in his hand and aimed for her lovely, open mouth. His cock was already hardening with arousal, so he quickly released a steady, spurting stream of urine. Some of it went into her mouth, the rest splashing in her face and hair.
The disobedient girl cried out in dismay, doubling over so that the rest of the pee hit the top of her head, drenching her hair. She was crying and gagging, clearly completely and thoroughly humiliated by the ordeal.
His anger had evaporated and Mark felt suddenly sorry for his darling girl. He tucked his cock back into his jeans and knelt beside the tub. He turned on the tap, and when the water was hot enough, he filled the pitcher he kept by the tub and poured it over the crouched girl. He wet a washcloth, rubbed it with soap, and gently washed her body. Then he plugged the tub and filled it with warm water, adding some of the bath oil she liked.