Today, my friend and I are in a wild mood, ready to push every boundary. The bathrooms occupied, but it doesnt matterwe have a slave at our disposal, always eager to submit to our whims. We make him lie down on the floor, his body tense and still, as we let go on him, drenching him without restraint. The sound of our giggles fills the room, mingling with his humiliated silence.Then, a wicked idea strikes me. Turn over, I command, smirking. We make him kneel, his head bowed low, nearly touching the floor, his neck exposed like an offering. My friend doesnt hesitate: with a cruel grin, she lets a slow, deliberate stream flow, starting from his lower back and sliding up to his head, like a sadistic waterslide. We burst into laughter, his shame fueling our amusement.When were done, we leave him there, trembling and soaked, slumped on the floor. Keep rubbing yourself, we tell him, chuckling, and take a nice shower with our golden rain. With one last mocking glance, we walk away, leaving him to wallow in his humiliation.
