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The slave whimpered in delight as the stream hit him, every droplet sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He had never experienced anything like this before; the pleasure was almost too much to bear. As he drank in his mistress's pee, he couldn't help but feel a deeper connection with her. It was as though this act of submission and humiliation had brought them closer together. Weronika watched him intently, her heart racing with excitement. She had never known such power over another person, and she loved every moment of it. She could see the desire in his eyes, the need for more of her pee. It only made her want to dip into his mind and see what kind of twisted fantasies he had about her and her golden nectar. As the puddle around him grew, she decided to make him earn the right to drink her pee. "Say it," she commanded, her voice ringing out in the small space. "Tell me you want my pee." The slave looked up at her, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I want your pee, Mistress," he whimpered, licking the last drops from the floor. "Please, I need it." Weronika tossed her head back and laughed, a cruel laugh that sent shivers down the slave's spine. She loved the way he begged for her pee, the way he worshiped her like a goddess. It was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but want more and more of it. Stepping closer, she leant over him, her perfect breasts swaying lazily in front of his face. "You want my pee?" she purred, letting a single drop fall onto his lips. "Then you'll have to prove yourself." She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his face up to meet hers. "Kiss me," she commanded, tilting her chin up, the drop of urine glistening between their lips. With a whimper, the slave pressed his lips against hers, tasting the metallic tang of her pee mingled with her lips' sweetness. It was a combination that sent him reeling, made him hungry for more. He kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth as she continued to send shivers down his spine. Finally, sated for now, Weronika pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's a good boy," she purred, stroking his cheek tenderly before stepping back and admiring her handiwork. The slave was a mess; his clothes were soaked, his face shining with her pee. She couldn't help but feel a rush of power at the sight. "Clean up," she said finally, her voice echoing in the bathroom. "And then think about how lucky you are to be so close to me." With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving him alone to contemplate his next move. He knew what he had to do; he just hoped that he could make her as proud of him as he was of her.