Mistress Sheila

Wilson Sparing was bored with his life. He was rich, by anyone’s  standards.  Owned two houses, an advertising network, and had interests  in many other areas, but Wilson was not happy. He longed for the  strange, the bizarre. Sex had always eluded him. Sure, he could buy  almost any girl he wanted, and frequently did, but he always went away  from the encounter unfulfilled. The girls always knew who he was, and  what he had, and as soon as that was known, he felt they acted  differently towards him. 

One day Wilson found himself in one of poorer areas of the city.  He was down there scouting out some property, which he was sure he could  turn for a profit, when he came upon a decrepit building housing an  adult bookstore. Wilson always enjoyed going in the adult bookstores  whenever he could. It seemed he could loose himself in the erotic  fantasies. He could forget the pressures, the demands on his time, and  find himself in another world; a world of pleasure. 

Wilson was browsing the different books and magazines in the  bookstore. A seedy old man was sitting behind the bulletproof cashiers  station smoking a cigar. Wilson said hello to him, but the old man only  grunted, his eyes never even looking up. “Man, do I wish I could meet  this one!” Wilson said, putting down a magazine of a leather clad  dominatrix. “How come I can never find ladies like these!” he said with  a smile on his face. It was then that the old man behind the counter  spoke up. “You want some excitement, eh?” the old man said, a twinkle in  his eye. “Well, I’ll tell you a place where you can meet that kind of  ‘lady’ and more! That is, if you think you’re man enough to handle one!”  the old man rasped. “No problem!” said Wilson. “Ain’t no woman ever  could handle me!” he said.

“These ain’t your ordinary woman!”, said the  old man. “You’ll see! It’s been said that some men who go there are  never seen again!” “You mean, they get bumped off?” asked Wilson, his  enthusiasm dimming somewhat. “No!”, said the old man. “They stay for  life strictly on their own accord. At least until they’re worn out, and  they ain’t much good to anyone after that!” After a little more talking, 

Wilson got the address of this mysterious place from the old man, and  slipped him fifty dollars for his trouble. The old man’s eyes went back  to reading his newspaper and smoking his cigar, and Wilson found himself  out on the street in search of this new adventure.  The afternoon had turned grey, and a slight drizzle had begun to  fall. Wilson found himself walking in the seedier part of town. The  neighborhood was marked with abandoned buildings, gang graffiti, and the  like. Wilson came up to the address. It was a large building, that  looked like it had seen better days. Outside was a dirty sign that  looked like it had been neglected for years. The sign said: “Chambers”. 

Wilson went up and opened the creaky rusty door. A fairly attractive  blond woman came up to him immediately. She was about five foot six, and  didn’t smile. “Here for the action?” she said. “Well, it’ll cost ya six  hundred bucks, take it or leave it!” “Just what is the action?” Wilson  said. “Guaranteed action!” said the blond. “If ya ain’t completely  satisfied, we’ll even give ya your money back. ‘Course, I been her eight  years, and no one ever wanted their money back!” Wilson thought a  second, and whipped out six hundreds and gave them to the blond. “Right  through that door sir.” she said. 

Wilson found himself in a lavish room full of people. You’d  never have thought from the outside that a place like this could exist  in this neighborhood, but there it was. The air was thick with blue  smoke as the men laughed and talked among each other. They were packed  up against the bar where a fat bartender was dispersing drinks. Ordering  a scotch and soda, he stepped back only to have another guy bump into  him. “Sorry.” he said. “That’s alright.” said Wilson. “I can’t wait for  the evenings entertainment to begin!” the man said. “What is the  entertainment?” Wilson said, not trying to seem too dense. “Just about  the best bunch of catfighting woman you ever did see!” said the man. 

“You mean I paid six hundred bucks to see a stupid womans wrestling  match!” said Wilson, his anger rising with the idea of him being duped  for six bills. “No, man!” said the stranger. “This ain’t like that! You  wait and see! Your gonna love it!”  Wilson settled into a comfortable chair and watched the X rated  movie on the big screen. After about an hour, the bartender pulled out a  microphone. “The main event will be starting in the upstairs gallery in  20 minutes. Gentlemen, take your places!” Wilson followed the crowd  upstairs and into the gallery. 

The gallery was set up like a regular sized boxing rink, except  it was like a pit. All the seats rose at a gentle angle and everyone got  the feeling that they were on top of the rink. From where Wilson was, it  seemed like he was no more than ten feet away from the action. The level  of excitement was rising as each minute passed. The men next to him were  busy taking and making bets. Suddenly the lights grew dimmer and dimmer,  and a ladies voice came over the sound system. 

“Gentlemen, for your entertainment this evening, we are going to  feature two bouts. The first, features two ladies, each one undefeated.  For you newcomers, I’ll describe our system: Each of our contestants is  a dominatrix who has never been in submission. Winning is by submission  only. The winner may use the loser for a period of a half hour after  victory. The loser can not refuse anything the winner tells her to do.  If she does refuse, Cletus here acts.” With that, a giant of a man,  about six foot, four, stood up holding what appeared to be a vicious  looking whip with spikes on the end. “Cletus has only had to act once.”  said the announcer.  “Our first to contestants are rival dommes. Mucho Mary, in the  near corner, and Caroline the Conqueror in the far corner. Ladies enter  the ring!” shouted the announcer. All hell broke loose as the  contestants entered the ring. 

Mucho Mary was about six foot tall and weighed about two  hundred plus pounds. She had red hair, and great big tits, and an  equally proportioned ass. She wore a leather harness, that cupped her  tits leaving the outside and the nipples exposed. The harness belted  around her waist, and ran around each leg, with a strip running between  her asscheeks, leaving her pussy completely exposed. Mucho Mary entered  the ring and started to flex her gigantic form. For a woman of her size,  she wasn’t really fat, just awful mean looking. 

Next came Caroline the Conqueror. Caroline was about one hundred  ten pounds and about half the size of Mucho Mary. She had short brown  hair that was cut in a pixie like fashion, She was wearing a small white  bikini, that came up between her buttcheecks. Her tits were small, and  her ass was small also, but it was very well proportioned. Caroline just  smiled and waved at everyone, and everyone responded by cheering her on. 

Wilson instantly liked her, but found himself feeling sorry for her, as  it appeared she was greatly overmatched.  The bell rang, the crowd cheered, and the match was on! Mary  circled Caroline and went after her right away. Caroline wisely  sidestepped the charging bull, and leaped on her back as she went by.  The crowd laughed as Mary tried to shake off Caroline who had Mary  around the throat, cutting off the air. Mary was tiring, and her supply  of oxygen was dwindling, Suddenly, Mary sprung backwards with Caroline  underneath her back. Mary crashed down to the mat and the only sound  that came from Caroline was an”oomph”. Mary rolled over making Caroline  release the grip on Marys throat. 

Mary flipped Caroline over on her back and then ran to the other  side of the ring. She then ran towards Caroline and leaped through the  air landing spread eagle on the already stunned Caroline. Caroline was  too dazed to react to the slamming, and merely laid there not moving.  Mary got up and with both legs on either side of Carolines head, held  her head so her nose was pointing straight up, and sat on her face. Poor  Carolines nose was imbedded halfway up Mucho Marys pussy, and Mucho Mary  was just laughing. Wilson thought it was just a matter of time until  Caroline passed out or submitted, and a hush fell over the crowd. 

Suddenly, Caroline began kicking and flailing her arms, bouncing  her ass up and down on the mat. Then, with a loud bellow, Mucho Mary  jumped off Carolines face. It seems that Caroline had just bit Mucho  Mary right in the pussy! “You’ve had it now bitch!” screamed Mucho Mary  rubbing her sore pussy. “We’ll see about that!” said Caroline still  shaking off her near smothering. Just then, Caroline jumped, turned  backwards, and kicked Mucho Mary right in the pussy. Mary bellowed in  pain, and Caroline followed up with two kicks to the midsection, and two  more, right on the pussy. Mucho Mary went down holding her gut, and her  pussy. 

Caroline was on her like a cat. Wrapping her legs around Mucho  Marys neck, and crossing her feet at the ankles, Caroline applied  pressure. Mary jumped up, hauling Caroline with her, her legs still  locked around Marys throat. Swinging wildly, she did everything she  could do to shake Caroline, but to no avail. The end was coming, as she  dropped first to one knee, than both, than finally on her back. Caroline  was pouring it on, and finally, Mucho Mary went limp on the ground,  unconscious. 

Releasing the hold, Caroline sprung to her feet, a wide, beaming  smile on her face. She put one foot up on Mucho Marys stomach, and  raised her arm in victory. The crowd went wild. Mucho Mary was just  regaining consciousness, and knew what the end result was. No point in  struggling now, no point in resisting. Submission to her smaller  conqueror was the only option. Mary just lay there silently awaiting her  fate. 

She didn’t have to wait long. The crowd fell silent. Each man  was wondering to himself just what Caroline was going to do to Mary. A  look of fear now crossed Marys face as Caroline strutted around the  room. Going over to the corner of the ring. Caroline produced a sports  bag, and from the bag producer two large dildoes. 

Walking up to Mary, she said, “Here you go lard ass! We’ll just fill  that gaping hole of yours you call a pussy with this! And this other one  will fit right up your smelly asshole. She then stuck the dildoes right  up her ass and pussy, and reaching over, turned on the switch.  Mary just laid there buzzing with the dildoes inside her when 

Caroline stood over her face. “Eat me bitch!” she said sitting down on  Marys face. Mary complied and started thrusting her tongue in and out of  Carolines brown haired pussy. The crowd got quiet, and each man could  feel his manhood rising and getting harder by the moment. Wilson could  feel the drops starting to form at the end on his cock, and it was all  he could do to keep from coming in his pants. Mary was moaning now and  getting more and more aroused at both Carolines pussy and the vibrating  dildoes. Caroline just kept pumping her cunt up and down on Marys face  until finally she exploded in waves of orgasm. Getting off Mary, she  removed both dildoes and told Mary to lick each one of them clean. Mary  did what she was told. “Who’s the superior woman?” Caroline asked. “You  are, Mistress!” Mucho Mary said. “That’s right!” Caroline said. “And  now, you’re going to lick my asshole for all these nice folks to see!” 

“Yes, Mistress!” said Mary. 

Caroline pushed Mary back down, and this time squatted over her  face, pushing her asshole right up to Marys lips. Mary sucked for all  she was worth which seemed like about five minutes. “Two minutes to go!”  came the voice over the PA. Caroline looked at Mary. “Open your mouth,  bitch!” said Caroline. Mary complied. Caroline than slipped her ass  backwards, so her pussy rested right on Marys open mouth. 

“If you spill one drop, I’m gonna spend my last minute kicking your fat  ass as hard as I can! Do you understand, bitch?” “Yes Mistress!” said  Mary. Then a hush fell over the crowd, and Caroline the Conqueror began  to slowly pee in Marys mouth. Mary gurgled out a moan, but she complied.  Caroline just smiled cruelly, looking down at Mucho Mary. She peed hard,  her piss coming in spurts, until finally, the flow fell to a trickle,  and then drops. Mary swallowed it all. 

“Times up!” came the voice over the P.A system. With that  announcement, Caroline and Mary got up and left the ring, to the wild  cheers of the crowd. Wilson was very excited, and found himself looking  forward to the next bout.  “Our main bout of the evening features two extraordinary dommes!  Neither has ever lost a bout in a combined 50 matches! This fight is to  the submission with no holds barred!. A first here at Chambers; a mixed  match! Entering the ring is our first contestant; Master Victor!” 

Victor, was a smallish, about 5’4″, with an arrogant look about him. His  hair was dark, and he was impeccably groomed. His body was in  proportion, but not over developed. He waved to the crowd, and the  crowd, being mostly male, acknowledged him with friendly cheers.  “Now entering the ring, his opponent; Mistress Sheila!” A red  spotlight hit the back of the room. Stepping into the spotlight was  Sheila. Sheila had medium length, light blond hair. She wore a diamond  sequined bathing suit, with a long glittery cape draping over her  shoulders. Her legs were long and and her body was perfectly toned, the  result of many an hour working out. Her face was very beautiful, but had  a cold, hard, element to it. With her came two smallish sized men, each  one holding the trail of her cape, to keep it from touching the ground. 

She was truly an erotic marvel.  Wilson felt his manhood tug at his shorts as he settled back to  watch the bout. He fantasized that he was the man, and what it would be  like to be put in a struggle with such a dominant woman. He wondered  what he would do to her if he won. Or, what she would do to him if he  lost. Either way, it would be very exciting, he thought, and settled  back in his chair to watch the match. 

The bell rang, and the two opponents circled one another. Victor  assumed a low crouch stance and waited for Sheila to make the first  move. Sheila circled slowly adapting a martial arts sort of pose. Each  flicked out an occasional kick or punch that missed the mark, and caused  no damage. Suddenly Sheila sprang quickly at Victor. A flurry of punches  to Victors midsection landed so quickly, that Wilson could hardly see  them. Victor sprang back crying out in pain. Sheila retreated and went  back to her corner. Victor stayed in his corner rubbing his sore ribs. 

Shiela then surprised everyone by quickly stepping out of her bathing  suit. Her naked body was absolutely fantastic, and the crowd applauded  in admiration. Sheila responded by flexing her hard body for the crowd.  Victor, seeing his opportunity attacked Sheila. He grabbed  Sheila, in a bear hug and began to squeeze with all his might. Sheila  just grabbed both his arms and slowly overcame his grip. She pulled both  his arms apart and away from her body with what seemed like no effort at  all. A look of fear suddenly came upon Victors face, as he realized that  he was no match for the better conditioned and stronger woman. Sheila  than turned him around and like lightning, punched him three times right  in the belly. She then karate kicked Victor with a quick kick to the  jaw. Victor recoiled, in a daze and great pain. Sheila then proceeded to  slowly but surely wear Victor down. She would approach quickly, land a  blow and withdraw, before Victor could even react. Over and over, she  did this, each time the barrage taking it’s toll on the hapless Victor. 

Finally, Victor was getting dazed. His reactions were slowing each time.  Sheila than stepped in for the coup de grace. Circling from the  rear, Sheilla stepped out in front of Victor and pasted him like a  punching bag. Eight blows in a row to all parts of Victors body. Victor  could barely protect himself, his arms flailing to stop blows that had  already landed. Finally, and mercifully, she held Victors chin in one  hand, and with her right hand, launching a blow to Victors jaw. Victor  hit the canvass like a ton of bricks, not moving, unconscious, and  defeated. 

Putting her foot on Victors stomach, Sheila raised her arms in  victory. Quickly and efficiently, one of the men in her corner handed  her four restraints. Each restraint was fastened to one of Victors arms  and legs and he was tied off at each corner of the ring. Sheila then  walked over to Victors head, and squatted over his face. She then  lowered her pussy to his face and strained for a second. A hot stream of  yellow piss shot out of her pussy, spraying all over Victors face. 

Victor woke up almost instantly. Seeing his predicament, he struggled  against the restraints, quickly realizing he was powerless to stop his  stronger opponents antagonism. Resigning himself to his situation, a  dull moan escaping his lips. 

Sheila never acknowledged him. It was as is she knew exactly  where he was physically, and what he would stand. She walked over to one  of the men in her corned and produced a large candle. The man servant  lit the candle and Sheila walked with it over to the tied Victor.  Turning her back to him, she sat on his stomach, facing his feet, and  proceeded to drip the hot wax directly on his cock and balls. Victor  tried to hold back the pain, but before long, found it unendurable,  crying out in a long wail. Sheila turned around and slapped him hard in  the face. “Shut up!” she said, “Or I’ll take a knife and cut them off  permanently!” Victor quieted down, and Sheila went back to dripping wax  on his balls. She did this for another couple of minutes with Victor  stifling the pain, but not crying out. 

Looking out to the crowd, Sheila asked, “What do you want me to  do to this poor excuse of a man?” One man cried out, “Smother him with  you pussy!” Another yelled, “Piss on him again!” And a third cried out, 

“Fuck him in the ass!” Sheila just grinned. “I’ll do that and more!  Anything for my fans. But I never do things in a small way. Just make  sure you keep that in mind!”  Sheila than walked up to the tied up Victor and squatted her  pussy over his face. “Eat it, dog!” she said. Victor complied tonguing  and kissing her blond pussy. He worked on her pussy for a couple  minutes, when she suddenly stood up. “You can’t fight worth a shit! You  can’t even eat pussy worth a shit!” With that she produced a big  strapping dildoe which she proceeded to shove up Victors ass. Stepping  away, she beckoned to the back of the ring. “OK girls,” she said, “Give  it all you’ve got!” With that, about twenty girls, all naked, stepped  into the ring. One by one, the straddled Victors face. lowered their  pussys to his lips and peed on his face. Each girl was different. Some  were fat, some were thin, some black, some white, even an oriental. One  black girl peed on Victors face for what seemed like an eternity,  starting and stopping the stream over and over again. “This is really fun!” she said. “I’ve always wanted to piss on a white dude!” she said.  Everyone broke into laughter. Poor Victor was practically getting  drowned in pee, but the ladies just kept coming. 

Finally, the last one straddled Victors face, lowered her pussy,  and peed. She got up, and kind of sauntered away, her hips swaying from  side to side. Sheila then mounted Victors face, lowering her blond pussy  to his face. “You’re going to have to drink mine!” she laughed, as she  forced Victor to open his mouth. “I hope you enjoy this, just as much as  I’m going to enjoy giving it to you!” she said. 

With that, Sheila started peeing very slowly right into Victors  open mouth. First, just dribbles, then, a stream. Sheila controlled the  flow so that Victors mouth was always full, but never overflowing. When  the last hot, burning, drops off pee had leaked out, Sheila suddenly  shoved her pussy right over Victors face. Her cunt was smothering him,  and he just gasped for air. Sheila toyed with him, keeping him starved  for oxygen, on the verge of passing out, but raising her ass up just  before he did, letting him gulp for air. Finally, she just sat there,  bumping and grinding her cunt mercilessly on his face, until his body  went limp. 

“Times up!” said the voice on the PA. With that, Mistress Sheila  got off the face of Victor, and walked to her corner of the ring. Her  menservants quickly pulled out towels, which they used to blot her pussy  dry. Victor still laid there, unconscious, tied, and laying in what  looked like an ocean of pee. 

Wilson could hardly believe his eyes. He had never seen  domination like that, and it scarred him. It also aroused him in a way  that he had never been aroused before. He was determined that he would  meet Mistress Sheila. Maybe he would be the one to conquer her. Looking  over at Victor, he realized what the consequences could be if he lost,  but he felt the risk worthwhile. Besides, he was in much better shape  than Victor was, and thought that Victor and Sheila was a mismatch  anyway. 

Leaving the gallery, Wilson made his way down the corridor,  where he had seen Sheila disappear with her entourage. He came to a  dressing room, and cautiously knocked on the door. “Come in!” said a  voice from within, which he immediately recognized as Sheilas’. “So,  you’ve come!” said Sheila, her blond hair protruding from under a towel. 

“How did you know?” asked Wilson. “I could tell from the way you were  watching me.” said Sheila. “You think you might be able to make me  submit to your desires.” she said. “Well, many have tried, and none  have succeeded. All were to weak. All were humiliated and degraded. Is  this what you want?” she asked. “I’m not sure.” said Wilson. “Well, be  sure of this!” she said. She suddenly grabbed Wilson by the hair,  pulling his face into her pussy. “Suck it!” she said violently. “Lick  it! Kiss it! Make me come if your man enough to!” she said. Wilson  thought he’d lose half his hair if he didn’t comply, so her started  licking. Her cunt still smelled of pee, but he could also smell the  smell of an aroused Sheila. He could taste her cunt juices starting to  flow as his tongue rolled in the slipperiness of her cunt. Wilson had  never seen a woman produce so much lubrication in such a short time, and  found himself licking and kissing her pussy for all he was worth.

 Her  cunt slowly started to contract, until Sheila found herself coming in  waves of pleasure. Her pussy spasmed and shot a load of slippery juice  into Wilsons anxiously waiting mouth. “That’s a good boy!” said Sheila,  a smile coming slowly to her face. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re good  for something!” she said. Leaning back, she lit a cigarette, and took a  long drag. 

“You can stay with me for tonight.” Sheila said. “After that,  we’ll see.” Wilson was delighted. Sheila then led Wilson through a long  winding corridor, up some stairs to an old Walnut stained door. Turning  the key, she led Wilson inside. The apartment was lavish by even Wilsons  standards. The furnishings were only the finest and it looked like there  were at least ten other rooms off the main living area. “Nice place  you’ve got.” Wilson said. “It’s not bad, but I’ve been thinking of  moving into something that better meets my needs.” said Sheila in a  rather pleasant manner. 

A man servant appeared and carried a tray with cold beer and  mixed drinks on it. He was completely nude, save for a dog collar which  he wore around his neck. “Refreshments, Mistress?” “Yes, I think so.”

was the reply. “I always like a few cold beers after testing my athletic  prowess.” said Sheila. “And you. sir?” “Whiskey.” was Wilsons reply.  Raising her glass, Sheila said, “To Female Superiority!” Wilson raised  his glass touching hers. 

Sheila then dismissed the manservant, telling him to leave the  cart and tray there. He quickly bowed and excused himself.  The conversation touched a number of subjects. Sheila told  Wilson that she had been a dominatrix for about five years. She said she  was happiest when she could use a man strictly for her pleasure. She  made no bones about herself and was completely honest. “I could have  killed that man in the rink tonight.” she said. “I could have ripped his  balls off, and left him a eunuch for the rest of his life. I’ve seen it  done here before, but that’s not my way. I prefer to humiliate my  victim; to make him pay through every fiber of his masculinity; to make  my pussy his master.” “Why did you choose to fight that guy, Victor?” 

Wilson asked. “Because, he tried to steal one of my menservants!” Sheila  said. “I gave him every opportunity to apologize, but he would not, so I  challenged him to the contest.” she said. “I knew his male ego wouldn’t  let him pass it up, and I was right, and look what happened to him!” she  said. Wilson smiled at the memory.  “My rules are simple.” said Sheila. “If you can beat me, you can  have me. If I beat you, I will have you. I have never been beaten. There  are no rules to this contest. Do you wish to try?” “Yes.” said Wilson. 

Sheila clapped her hands twice. A naked manservant appeared.”Prepare the  workout room!” she said. The manservant nodded and quickly left the  room. “Well now, Wilson, drink up, and we’ll see what kind of man you  are!” 

Sheila led Wilson down the hallway into another room. This room  was set up with weights, workout machines, and a center padded mat; the  type used for high school wrestling matches. “This is my conditioning  room.” said Sheila. “Take off your clothes.” said Sheila in a bland yet  demanding voice. Wilson complied. “Well then,” said Sheila, “let’s go!” 

Wilson cautiously circled Sheila, remembering her lightning  quick speed and strength. Sheila instead directly approached Wilson and  immediately got him in a headlock. Wilson winced at the pain, and using  all his strength, picked Sheila up off the ground. Sheila just poured on  the power and Wilson could feel his neck muscles weaken. Sheila suddenly  released her hold and swung Wilson around and grabbed him right by the balls. Sensing the very dangerous position he was getting himself int,  Wilson responded by grabbing Sheila’s pussy and inserting three fingers  inside. Sheila quickly released Wilsons balls, but Wilson held on to  Sheilas pussy for dear life. Sheila screamed out in pain as Wilson  pulled and stretched her pussy lips. Wilson smiled to himself, thinking  he had this bitch right where he wanted her. Leading her by her pussy  lips, he pulled her down toward the mat. Letting go of her pussy, Wilson  jumped on top of her, pinning her arms with his knees and shoulders. 

“Give up!” yelled Wilson triumphantly. Sheila just smiled and in a flash  stretched her long legs over Wilsons shoulders pulling him backwards.  Now she was on top of him, and in an instant turned backwards, pushing  her beautiful, bare ass over his face and sitting down hard. 

Wilson found himself staring directly at her brown asshole. He  could smell her asshole, and the feel the heat coming from her sweaty  pussy. Sheila laughed with scorn, and said, “I told you no one has ever  beaten me, and now you know why!” Wilson suddenly felt fear, yet found  himself feeling aroused at the same time. Sheila just inched herself  backwards until her cunt was directly over his mouth. “I want you to eat  my pussy!” she said. Wilson immediately complied. ‘This isn’t so bad’,  Wilson thought to himself, and started licking her pussy. Once again,  the copious liquid began flowing, and Wilson lapped it hungrily. He  could feel Sheila star to stiffen with her arousal, and after a while  felt her tense in orgasm. Sheila still just sat there on his face, her  pussy resting gently on his lips.  Suddenly, he felt something else. Sheila was stroking his cock.  He couldn’t believe how adept she was. Stroking in long even strokes,  his erection grew and grew. He felt the spasms of orgasm beginning, and  he came in a torrent of cum, his jism spurting over and over again. His  body relaxed and went limp. But that wasn’t what Sheila had in mind.

 Not  even before the last spurt of cum was out of his body, Sheila began to  slowly pee on Wilsons face. Wilson opened his mouth and began to drink  her pee greedily. What started as a trickle, was now a torrent, and now  Sheila tormented him while she peed. “You like having a strong woman  like me peeing all over your face, don’t you?” she asked tauntingly. 

“You like me to degrade you with the contempt of my waist, like the scum  you are! Tell me you’re not worthy even to taste my piss!” she demanded.  “Please, Mistress Sheila,” said Wilson, giving in to his deepest urges,  “Please, piss on my face! I am only worthy to be your slave! I’ll eat  your pussy whenever you say! I’ll drink your pee, whenever you want!  I’ll be your slave, forever!” said Wilson imploringly. 

With that, Sheila let loose one last spurt off hot piss, which  Wilson lapped up, and got up off of Wilsons face. Wilson crawled towards  her on all fours. Sheila spread her legs apart, and Wilson licked the  last drops of pee and cum from her cunt. Sheila then handed him a dog  collar. “As a reward for making me cum, you are now a member of my  harem! Wear this as long as you stay here at Chambers. You will serve me  only! Any disobedience will be met with instant discipline. From her on  you shall be my human toilet! You will drink my piss, or even eat my  shit if I so decide! Do you understand and accept this?” Shiela asked. 

“Yes, Mistress!” Wilson said.  Wilson followed Mistress Sheila back to her room, and lay down  at the foot of her bed, a slave, but happy within himself, because he  had finally achieved his dream. 

THE END