The feather's tip teased, causing Jennifer's clitoris to emerge from its silky sheath. Denise drew tiny circles around the swollen, fleshy bud, flicking the soft barbs across the stiffening shaft.
Mistress D had prepared a mysterious concoction of cayenne pepper, other herbs and stimulants for the occasion. She swabbed the feather, painting Jen's shaved vulva with the reddish mixture. She squirmed and inhaled.
"How does that feel pet?"
"Oh. It b-burns Mistress." Denise smiled and daubed more onto the quills. The moist, pointed tip eased between Jennifer's pink hued cunt lips, invading her urethra. She swirled the boney shaft like a cocktail swizzle stick, irritating the sensitive, inner membranes. Jennifer sighed. The tickling sensation was maddening and to make matters worse, she had to pee...badly.
The dream was vivid. Jennifer's body subconsciously copied the actions of sighing and squirming.
In dreamland Jennifer realized her thighs and lower legs were firmly strapped to the medical chair's stirrups. Her wrists were crudely duct taped together and gripped the brace behind her head. A sharp line of pain inched across her abdomen, the need to relieve was eminent.
"M-mistress. This one...this one...has to urinate. Please allow Your slut to piss. P-please?"
Sitting upon the stool between the woman's outstretched legs, Denise admired her handiwork. The red powder was not bright as lipstick, Jennifer's entire mons swollen and aroused. The pleading was lovely to hear, the shiny pearl continued to elongate and pulsate erotically.
"Oh yes pet. Soon." Denise whispered, deliberately feathering around her irritated pee hole.
