As I sat on my plush throne, I gazed down at my black slave. His eyes pleaded with me, but there was nothing he could do to change the situation. He had disobeyed me, and I was determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
I stood up from my throne and walked over to him. His heart raced as he felt my presence approach. With an air of dominance, I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the floor. My ebony cock throbbed between us as I dragged him across to the bathroom.
I opened the bathroom door and threw him into the empty tub. He landed with a splash, shocked by what was about to happen. I closed the door behind me and locked it for good measure. He looked up at me, fear in his eyes.
"I told you not to speak back to me," I growled, leaning over the tub. "Now you will pay."
My words sent shivers down his spine as I saw the realization of his predicament hitting him. He had never been in this kind of situation before; he had never been so helpless. I took a step back and took off my pants, exposing my hard cock.
"You are going to pleasure me," I said. "And then you are going to clean up the mess you make."
He nodded obediently, his throat working as he swallowed. I positioned myself at the edge of the tub and pushed my cock against his lips. He opened his mouth, taking the head of my cock inside. I groaned in pleasure as he carefully moved his lips up and down my shaft. It felt so good having him at my feet, doing my bidding.
After a few minutes of pleasure, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and walked over to the toilet. I knew he was watching me, waiting for my next command. I sat down on the toilet and let out a long, slow stream of piss. It hit the water with a loud splash, making it ripple.
I looked down at him. His eyes were locked onto mine, filled with fear and anticipation. He knew he was about to be covered in my piss.
"Slowly stand up," I commanded.
He did as he was told, rising to his feet until he was standing in the water. I continued to piss, hitting him in the chest and face with my warm stream. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sensation, but it was no use.
I kept pissing until I was finished, filling the tub with my golden liquid. I stepped back, admiring my work. He was completely covered in my piss, his eyes red and watery from the stinging sensation. It was perfect.
"That's it," I said. "Now you're going to spend the night like this."
I turned and walked out of the bathroom, locking the door behind me. He was all alone now, trapped in the tub, with my piss slowly seeping into his skin. The thought filled me with a sense of power and dominance that I couldn't resist.
I knew he would be cold and uncomfortable, but that was his punishment. He deserved it. As I walked back to my throne, I couldn't help but smile. My new pet was going to learn his place, and there was nothing he could do about it.
