Sometimes you’ve got to put a sex slave in his place and give a sex slave golden shower.
A sex slave golden shower is only a good punishment when the slave doesn’t want it, though. Dave is one of those boys who doesn’t want it, and so I love to make him deal with it.
Dave’s a whiny slave. He complains about wearing his cock cage. He complains my heels are too pointy when I rest my feet on his back. Plus, he complains his ass hurts after a spanking. When I tie him up, he complains afterward that I wasn’t rough enough with the ropes. If I choke him, he complains when he doesn’t pass out.
What a baby!
At this point, I know what you’re thinking. Why do I keep Dave around? Well, two reasons. Firstly, Dave’s wallet is very fat. He’s a paypig. I love his money, and I love spending his money. Vacations, diamonds, or Urban Decay (high-end makeup, for those unfamiliar), there’s no limit to what I’ll buy. I’ll read him the bottom of receipts when I’m done spending his money, and watch his face pale while his cock hardens.
Pathetic.
Secondly, I keep Dave around because of his mouth. His cock is useless; it’s barely three inches erect. But he knows how to work his jaw, his lips, and his tongue. If you’re going to keep around a whiny slave, the best way to do it is to keep his mouth occupied with something. Something like a sex slave golden shower, really.
Mouthy Dave
So when Dave began to speak back to me one day, I’d had enough. I slapped him across the face and threw him onto the floor. “If you want to be my bitch, give me respect, pig.”
Dave whined about his face, saying I was too mean. “I don’t like that play. I hate being humiliated.”
This from the man who begs me to put him in girly clothes and makeup so I can mock him.
“Fucking dumbass liar,” I snapped, standing up and placing my legs over his shoulders, glaring down at him. “Like the useless, worthless man you are.” I reached down and grabbed his hair. Then I yanked him up towards me, keeping him eye level at my knee. At this point, he looked excited, though he shouldn’t have. I’m not ashamed to say I have an omorashi piss kink.
“ I don’t think your mouth is good for you.”
He opened it, and this time, I spat on his face. “Fuck off and shut up, bitch. Let me give your mouth something to work with.”
For a moment, his eyes grew wide with anticipation. I pulled him into my pussy, letting him get a deep smell of my wetness. My bush ground against his nose, hairs scratching his skin. Despite not being able to see him, I could feel his jaw lower as his mouth opened. His breath was moist and warm, and I tugged on his hair again to get my point across.
And that’s when I let out a stream of warm, golden pee right over him. He gasped and squirmed between my thighs, but I held him tight, right where I wanted him and told him to deal. My stream covered his face, dripped into his mouth and his chest, onto the floor.
After the Shower
Dave’s red face turned away from my pussy as I let go. “Please,” I scolded, throwing him back onto the floor. “As if your little cock isn’t hard right now. Not even that cage can hide that.” I stepped down on his thighs, my heels digging into his skin. I bent over to grab his cage. “This little thing better satisfy me,” I snapped, “Or else even your money isn’t enough to keep you around, understand?”
Dave only nodded, piss still clinging to his hair. “Gods, you reek, you pathetic slut.” I stepped on him tighter, unlocking the cage for him. His cock sprang to life, free from the constraints of the cage.
“If you fail, Dave, I’ll give you something worse than that. Not another word.”
Needless to say, he obeyed me. Despite reeking of urine, he performed adequately, enough for me to keep him around. And when he was done, he cleaned up his mess, and mine, on his hands and knees. That’s the power of a sex slave golden shower.
He didn’t even complain about the follow-up shower I bestowed upon him.
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