DROWNING IN LUDOVICA'S PISS -hd
I am in the kitchen, sitting at the table with my laptop open, focused on work. Under the table, my human doormat does his job: he is my personal footrest. His hands move carefully over my bare feet, massaging the soles, tracing the toes, licking the arches quietly when I signal with a slight flex of my foot. He knows not to disturb me, that the slightest noise or wrong move would cost him dearly.At one point I raise a hand sharply, without even looking. "Come out from under there."He crawls out, stands in front of me, eyes down, hands behind his back as I have trained him. But I immediately spot the mistake: his cock is hard, swollen, straining against the thin pants I made him wear. Without permission. A cruel smile crosses my face, but inside I am furious."Who gave you permission?" I snap, voice ice-cold like a blade.Silence. He knows any wrong word would make it worse."Get the bucket."He scrambles to grab it, sets it at my feet with shaking hands. I stand slowly, lock eyes with him. I undo my pants, lower them just enough, and start pissing into the bucket. The stream is slow, steady, loud in the quiet room. I fill it nearly halfway; the sharp, acrid smell spreads. He shrinks, head bowed, but does not dare move."Dunk your head in."He hesitates for a second. My glare pins him. He bends, plunges his face into the warm, stinking liquid up to his ears."Drink," I command. "Every drop. And do not dare get hard again without my permission."I watch as he drinks, muffled gulps, bubbles rising as he sucks and swallows. He trembles all over but keeps going. When the bucket is almost empty, I lift his chin with a light kick."Good boy. Next time you ask first, or the price will be much higher."I sit back down, reopen my laptop like nothing happened. He stays on his knees, soaked, humiliated, the taste in his mouth and his cock slowly going soft.