In charge Lisa was greedy, keeping me trapped face first into her hot soaking pussy with her feet hooked behind my head, forcing me to commune with her cunt. I was working on bringing her to a third orgasm. My whole face was slick with her nectar and other than soreness in my neck and jaw I was clam happy.
When she had squeezed every iota of pleasure from the third, she released me from her headlock, rolled me over, grabbed my balls to lead me to the bathroom, and into the shower.
"On your back."
I knew what was coming even before she squatted above my face. She told me her goal was to make me her urinal and it was time for this morning's training. I'd begun training her the day before when the switch was on the other foot.
I hadn't mentioned it, because why give myself away, but I kind of enjoyed this twisted, extra intimate act. It really fired my inner submissive energy. I think she enjoyed the previous morning when she got to drink directly from her Master's cock. I opened my mouth, she settled herself to center her pee hole and I surrounded it with slightly pursed lips.
"Ready slut?"
"Mm hm."
The power of her initial flow was startling, and I let a small amount of her golden nectar escape, confirming the need to confine this activity to the shower. It didn't deter her from fully releasing her blader into my mouth and I gulped aggressively to keep up with her intense flow.
When she finished and her piss tapered to a trickle and finally ceased I sucked the last drops and then thoroughly finished cleaning her with my tongue. She squeezed my stiff cock while I tidied her entire cunt area.
"You're getting to be quite the piss drinker, and you seem to enjoy it."
"Yes, ma'am. The intimacy is intense."
"You really are my sub slut aren't you."
"Yes, Ma'am. I love being your Dom too".
"Yesterday was hot too, baby. I do love how we push each other's buttons, It's perfect. I love being your fuck toy as much as I love using you hard and nasty."
"I agree, Ma'am. That's why we're such an amazing fit, isn't it?"
"Yes, now I want more."
She shifted her position to bring her glorious brown starfish to my lips.
"I want your tongue inside my hole, slut. As deep as you can get."
She reached down to spread herself, opening her puckered hole exposing its pink interior. I extended my tongue as she settled down to help me inside her tight, hot anus. The implicit abject submission of my position fueled the raging hardon that stood proudly from below my pelvis proving her effect on me.
As my tongue probed her funky passage the musky bitterness reminded me clearly that I was her property at the moment, to be used in any demeaning way she desired. Damn if that wasn't incredibly erotic and arousing.
'You're looking forward to everything today, aren't you, slut."
My tongue was captive in her asshole so I could only mumble my agreement. She reached bag to clasp my balls in her tight grip, squeezing a deep groan from me.
"Deeper, bitch. Get that tongue as deep as you can."
I clenched my muscles to tighten my tongue, pointed it as sharp as possible and thrust up into her as hard as I could. She wriggled slightly to work my straining flesh as deep as possible inside herself. I tongue fucked her ass for all I was worth.
She rewarded me with moans and frigged her clit rapidly until she came and coated my nose with a generous flow of pussy juice.
"Good job, slut," she said as she stood and stepped away, leaving me on the shower floor sporting a stiff cock twitching with desire.
She turned the shower on, adjusted the water to cold and brought the spray directly to bear on my package. She prayed me until my cock had wilted and shrinkage set in, leaving me whimpering and miserable.
"Get the enema bag ready, we need to clean you thoroughly for your date with Kristine."
"Yes, Ma'am."
I rose grudgingly, stiff and sore from my time on the cold, hard tiles. She grabbed my sack and pulled me to the cabinet where we kept the enema bag. I filled it with warm water and a bit of Kosher salt before hanging it from the top of the shower door.
Still firmly gripping my balls she directed me to the toilet where I lubed the nozzle and inserted it in my anus before sitting. Lisa opened the valve releasing the flow into my rectum. She studied my reactions as the fluid filled me. My discomfort grew as my belly distended.
"Hold it as long as you can, slut. Think about Kristine's cock. Remember how it felt when you sucked it and then when she fucked you. Your first real cock. I know you loved it despite yourself. Didn't you, slut?"
"I did, Ma'am."
"I'm glad. It was really hot watching you suck her and even better when she fucked you like the slut I know you are."
"Your slut, Ma'am. I love serving you."
"You do it well."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"You may release."
I sighed with relief as I evacuated my bowels. In a powerful rush the fluid spewed out into the bowl.
"Now you're nice and clean."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"We should get a move on. She'll be at the shop by eleven."
"Yes, Ma'am. How should I dress?"
"Gym shorts. Set them so your cock and balls hang over the waistband, nicely available."
"Yes, Ma'am. In the street?"
She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"As you wish, Ma'am."
I walked to my dresser, pulled out a pair of gym shorts and put them on with my junk hanging over the elastic waistband. The humiliating exposure immediately began encouraging my cock to stiffen.
It was awkward walking to her car. I kept an eye peeled for any potential witnesses to my obscene situation and was glad to make the trip unobserved. All things considered, my cock stayed hard the whole way, so...
Another encounter with Kristine and her cock had been playing with my mind since the last time. Lisa making me do it on her Domme days gave me license to do it without a masculinity crisis, I guess. Whatever, I had to admit I liked it and was eager for a reprise.
Lisa played with my junk as she drove. She squeezed and flicked, giving bits of pleasure and pain in equal measure.
"Looking forward to Kristine, aren't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."