Miss Nica Nordic - Swallow only when I say so

In the dark and lavish chamber, Miss Nica Nordic glides through the air, her gown swishing behind her. She surveys her surroundings, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her eyes land on the figure lying on the cold, hard ground, his eyes locked onto hers. She steps closer, her high heels clacking against the stone floor. "Rise, slave," she commands, her voice breathy with desire. The slave struggles to his feet, trembling from head to toe. He looks up at her, his heart pounding in his chest. She runs her fingers through his hair, pushing him closer. "Do you remember what happens when I find you've displeased me?" she whispers menacingly. The slave nods, his throat working. Slowly, she backs away, her dress floating around her like a veil. "Good. Now, let's see if you can clean up your mess properly." With that, she turns on her heel and walks towards the balcony of the room, her back to him. The slave tries not to look at her, instead focusing on the sticky mess on the floor. As he begins to clean, he feels the burning sensation in his bladder grow stronger. He knows better than to ask for permission, but the urge to relieve himself is too much to bear. "Permission to release, my lady?" he asks softly. She pauses, her hand idly tapping against the railing. "Very well," she says finally, not turning around. "But remember. Only when I say so." The slave releases the first few drops onto the floor, watching as they form a small puddle. He waits, his heart racing. Finally, he hears her voice, barely above a whisper. "Swallow." Without hesitation, he swallows the puddle on the ground, the taste of urine coating his tongue. He looks up, waiting for more instructions. Miss Nica Nordic turns around slowly, her eyes glowing with pleasure. "Good boy," she purred, walking towards him. "Now, it's time for your reward." She kneels in front of him, her lips brushing against his ear. "Lick me clean," she whispers. "Clean up every drop." The slave hesitates for a moment, then leans forward, his tongue flicking against her silky skin. He tastes himself on her, feeling her shudder under his touch. He traces her curves with his tongue, relishing the taste of their fluids mingling together. As he licks her clean, he feels her fingers stroke his cheek, guiding him. She moans softly, her hips bucking against his face. He takes this as a sign to continue, lapping up every drop of her nectar. Finally, she pushes him gently away, her breathing labored. "You may rest now," she says with a small smile. "But remember, my slave. Swallow only when I say so."