It was time now, Mistress Diabolique decided, to introduce Caleb to the delights of water sports. For some of her slaves the idea was revolting, for some it was their passion.
The 40-year-old domina knew that the passion came in several ways. Some of her rich clients loved the good, old-fashioned "golden shower" – she did not indulge in the so-called "brown showers", which she found repulsive and, she considered, the ploy of a desperate domina. But the wet warmth of the golden variety was a huge favourite with her customers.
The way the urine splashed on their cock and balls almost invariably seemed to bring an erection, even if they had undergone a stringent flogging just before. Many of them used their hands to arouse themselves while they rubbed the sticky liquid into their naked flesh.
Others preferred a "golden" facial, even those to whom the idea of drinking the liquid was an anathema. Somehow they adored the aroma of strong urine on their faces, it excited and aroused them, even if they had no intention of drinking the stuff down.
And then there were her utter and total favourites – the piss drinkers. Some of them insisted on drinking her urine only after it had been chilled, like a fine wine. Those in this camp delighted in chugging on the dark amber stuff, especially after it had stood for a few minutes, placing a glistening sheen of moisture on the outside of the glass.
Then there were what she called "la creme de la creme" – those wonderfully wicked old perverts who eagerly drank down the flow from her bladder by placing their lips in a seal over her labia, or as she wore a pair of her rubber "piss panties".
Truth be known, she preferred to use the pee panties – that way she could control the speed and timing of the urine's ingestion.
One client, an old sweetheart in the City, was also a keen dancer and Mistress D loved pulling on the panties, peeing her strong flow and making him block it with his tongue.
Then, stepping into the naked old buffer's arms, she would dance around the room with him, her breasts rubbing against his grey-haired chest, her mouth licking his cheek, the occasional kiss brushing his ear lobes, as they moved to a smoochy old love song, the hardness at his groin rubbing against her belly.
Then she would order him onto his knees and, as his brown eyes, the eyes of an obedient puppy dog, she thought, looked up with adoration, she would order the City gent to suck down her piss. It was
such
a turn on for her, even after all these years as a practising domme.
Now, Mistress D decided, it was time for young Caleb, at 18 by far the youngest slave she had ever trained, to learn the exotic delights that could be conferred by the taste of a domina's piss.
Freeing the lad from his flogging frame bondage, Mistress D indicated to Tammy that it was "Time to give him a taste of my piss – the fresh Coke bottle in the fridge, I marked it 'Today'," she instructed her superbly-built, 25-year-old black assistant.
Tammy moved to the fridge, while Mistress Diabolique cuddled the nearly six-foot teenager in her arms and kissed him warmly on the mouth.
"Now we're going to start your piss education, darling Cal," she whispered. "We're going to do it in the pillory, just to add some bondage fun to the scenario – that all right with you?"
The lad nodded eagerly, a sign that things were moving along beautifully, Debbie knew. The fact that he was aware he was going to be helpless in the pillory while his first bout of "instruction" was carried out, showed that he was willing to surrender himself totally to his "teachers".
From a corner of the torture chamber, Debbie pulled a portable pillory – she called it her "Porta-pillory" – set on castor wheels into the centre of the room. The upper, hinged beam was lifted, and an obliging 18-year-old knelt on the carpet and placed his neck and wrists into the half-circles cut in the middle and outer edges of the leather padded item of furniture.
Debbie then lowered the upper beam and bolted it home. Caleb now found his upper body was imprisoned in the pillory, there was no escape.
His aunt then fetched a large black settle, which she pushed in front of where his face protruded. Tammy, who by this time had removed her black satin bra to reveal lush, firm 36-inch breasts, the nipples erect, the areola wide and suckable, produced a two-litre bottle of plastic bottle which contained a dark, yellowish liquid.
"This is where my first piss of the day is stored, darling," Debbie informed her nephew, "only you're right. I didn't piss that much for my first piss, did I?"
"No aunty, you didn't," agreed Caleb, in a hushed voice.
"That's because I've had two more pisses today and they 'topped' the bottle up," said his aunt. "That means the taste will not be as stringent and bitter had it been undiluted first-piss-of-the-day urine. There, wasn't that thoughtful of me!"
Tammy sniggered as Caleb agreed that yes, it was very thoughtful.
Then the semi-naked black beauty poured about half the contents of the bottle into a large brass bowl and returned the bottle to the fridge to keep it cold.
Aunty Debbie sat down on the leather seat in front of her nephew-slave and dipped her finger in the bowl, held out by Tammy.
"Hmm," said the domina, licking the moisture from her finger, "yes, I think that's a perfect temperature."
Turning to face her pinioned prisoner, she smiled. "And now darling, you like licking aunty's breasts and nipples, don't you?"
Caleb looked puzzled. "You know I do, aunty," he said, in a voice that was almost a protest.
