Author: Pee Loving Guy

It was a calm day, the fresh air slipping through the slightly open window, carrying a faint scent of cleanliness. The room was spotless, the polished floor reflecting the afternoon light, and the couch where we sat—me and my friend, my partner in dominance—was soft and pristine, the cushions perfectly arranged. We were lounging, legs crossed, when our slave shuffled in, dragging that unbearable stench with him. A sour mix of stale sweat and grime clashed with the room’s order. My friend wrinkled her nose, nudging me with her elbow: “Smell that. We can’t let him stay like this.” We’d been holding our pee for hours, a little game we’d set for ourselves just for the thrill of this moment. Our eyes met, a sly grin passing between us without a word. “Should we give him a shower?” I suggested, and she nodded, her gaze sparking with mischief. We rose from the couch, poised and confident, towering over him as we directed him to lie on the clean floor in front of us. He obeyed without a sound, stretching out as instructed, his dull eyes fixed on nothing, knowing he had no say. With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid my panties aside, holding them with two fingers. My friend mirrored me, perfectly in sync. “Ready?” she whispered, and I gave a quick nod. Then it began: a warm, steady stream poured down onto him, hitting his chest first, then his face—his eyes snapping shut—and onward to his arms, his legs. We covered him completely, taking care to leave no spot untouched, letting the pee run over his skin and pool on the spotless floor. The sharp scent mingled with his stink, but the clean room seemed to swallow the unease. We didn’t let him drink it—no, this was just a rinse, a wet punishment for his filth. Next to him, a clean cloth had soaked up our “shower.” “Wring it over yourself,” I commanded, my tone steady. He complied, sluggish and awkward, picking up the drenched rag and squeezing it over his body, droplets trickling down his face and neck. We watched from the couch, settled back into our seats, pleased as the liquid dripped onto the floor he’d soon have to clean. But my friend wasn’t done. She stood up, spun around with a quick twist, and, without warning, let out a loud fart right in his face. A sharp, stinking blast that made him flinch, his breath catching for a moment as the odor hit him. We burst into laughter, a wild, piercing sound that echoed through the room, collapsing back onto the couch cushions. There he lay, soaked and dazed, while we reveled in it, two mistresses delighting in every second of our control.

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