Femdom Family
Chapter one: Bound by Pleasure.
Driving through the serene countryside, I found myself in the passenger seat of
a shiny new white Porsche, next to my new girlfriend, Venus – a tall, blonde
vision of beauty, with mesmerizing sky-blue eyes. At just twenty years old, she
exuded youthful energy and grace, catching my eye from across the college campus
six months ago where we both studied engineering.
From the very beginning, I was captivated by her effortless style – always
adorning tiny denim short pants, paired with black flip-flop sandals that
showcased her perfectly arched feet and meticulously manicured toenails. In my
wildest dreams, I never imagined a goddess like Venus would take notice of me.
As fate would have it, we found ourselves working on a project together the
previous week, and our conversations led to a deeper connection. She confessed
her feelings for me, seeking a genuine, old-fashioned relationship – someone for
a serious commitment, not just a fleeting fling. And so, just two days ago, she
became my girlfriend, an incredible turn of events that still left me in awe.
Venus insisted our relationship would be an old-fashioned one, so no kisses or
cuddles were allowed. It was Passover’s Friday, and we were en route to meet her
mother and sisters, and to stay the weekend with them, it was great but I
couldn’t help but struggle to focus on the road ahead as my gaze was invariably
drawn to her captivating feet adorned in those sexy flip-flops.
Her family’s residence was a pristine white stone mansion, nestled beside a
shimmering blue water lake. “No neighbors?” I inquired with a hint of surprise.
“No,” Venus responded nonchalantly. “The entire lake and the surrounding acres
are our property.”
As we exited the car and approached the house, we were greeted at the entrance
by an impressive mature woman in her fifties. She was in impeccable physical
condition, toned from gym workouts, boasting long legs that seemed to echo
Venus’ own stature – a tall, blonde beauty with piercing sky-blue eyes. Clad in
a tiny, seductive black bikini and sandals, she exuded an air of confidence and
allure.
“Oh, Venus, honey,” the woman, named Athena, greeted warmly, “so this is the boy
you’ve been telling me about!” With a friendly smile, she extended her hand
towards me. “Hi, honey, I’m Athena. Come here, we have a party next to the
lake!”
Overwhelmed by their radiance, I offered my greeting, unable to resist admiring
her feet as well.
“Come inside the house!” told me Venus, “I will also put on my bath suit!” Oh
God, I think I was in heaven.
The interior of the mansion was absolute opulence, featuring classic
architecture reminiscent of 16th-century France. Venus led me through a hallway
towards a backdoor that opened onto the lake, gesturing to a nearby bathroom
with a hint of urgency. “You can change there!” she instructed.
“Sorry,” I replied, “But I didn’t bring a bathing suit with me!”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Venus said briskly, her tone revealing a slightly bossy side
that I couldn’t ignore. “You will find one inside, on the table, now hurry up!”
I entered the bathroom and glanced at the table, where a tiny leather garment
caught my eye. A male thong lay atop it, its straps beckoning me to try it on.
Venus’ voice called out from outside, “Hurry! Don’t you want to see your
girlfriend in a sexy bathing suit?” Her excitement was contagious, and I felt my
own stir as I hastened to undress, shedding all my clothing before donning the
leather thong. The garment clung tightly to my body, revealing my cheeks while
barely containing my genitals at the front.
With a sigh of resignation, I emerged from the bathroom and ventured outside.
The voice of Athena called out to me: “Here!” She sat at a table by the lake,
shielded by a large umbrella, with Venus beside her, clad in a minuscule golden
bikini. My eyes were drawn to Athena’s breasts, which appeared both massive and
firm. The sight awakened a stirring within me, a growing erection that I knew
could not be concealed beneath the tight leather thong.
Joining them was another woman, a Japanese lady in her thirties, attired in a
verdant bikini. Venus introduced her with a sense of pride: “She’s Inari! My
mother… Wife!” The revelation left me breathless and taken aback; I had never
imagined that Venus’ mother was a lesbian.
I observed the three women sitting comfortably at their table, a tranquil scene
by the serene lake. However, as I scanned the surroundings, I realized that
there were no more seats available for me to join them.
Noticing too, the lack of additional seating, Inari remarked, “You are a male;
you must be on your knees!” Venus commanded, “Go ahead! On your knees!” Unable
to defy their requests once more, I complied.
Athena continued, “Venus told me how much you enjoy women’s feet, young man.”
The admission left me blushing profusely. Offering a reassuring remark, Athena
said, “Oh, don’t worry, young man. There is nothing wrong with appreciating a
girl’s feet.”
As I hesitated, Athena amended her request: “Go ahead, give me a foot
massage…”
I was going to touch one of her feet, when she stopped me.
“Although, don’t use your hands; use your tongue instead.” The proposition left
me dumbfounded and thrilled at the prospect of fulfilling this unique task.
I lowered myself further, extending my tongue to trace delicate patterns across
the arch of Athena’s foot. The taste was a delightful surprise; it was salty,
reminiscent of vinegar, with hints of cheese. The sensation sent waves of
pleasure coursing through me, eliciting giggles from the trio of women as they
watched my every movement.
As I continued my sensual exploration, my erection swelled in response to the
arousing scenario, straining against the confines of my tight black leather
thong until it threatened to tear. The sight of their captivating smiles and the
anticipation of what lay ahead sent thrilling shivers down my spine, heightening
my sense of excitement.
I lavished my devotion upon each of Athena’s delicate toes, savoring their
softness as if they were the most delectable candies. My tongue danced
gracefully between her toes, exploring every contour and crevice with unabashed
passion. I eagerly licked the soles of her feet, lost in a trance of pure
indulgence.
Inari, the enigmatic Japanese woman, offered her observations with an amused
tone: “You really did catch a good one, Venus!” She exclaimed, “He truly loves
feet!” The compliment sent ripples of satisfaction through me as I continued my
ardent exploration of Athena’s exquisite feet.
Absorbed in my adoration of Athena’s feet, I was startled by the arrival of a
newcomer – a tall, striking black teenager girl with a perfect doll-like face
and lustrous curly jet black hair that cascaded down her back. She wore a skimpy
white bikini, accentuating her sensual curves and commanding attention as she
approached.
“Hi everyone!” the newcomer introduced herself with a radiant smile. The other
women greeted her warmly in response: “Hi, Kali!”
I watched in awe as Kali gracefully inclined, initiating a passionate and
prolonged kiss with Venus that left me speechless and captivated by their
intimate display of affection.
Kali commanded a striking presence as she stood before me, her hands planted
confidently on her hips. Her body was a captivating fusion of voluptuous curves
and athletic prowess, leaving me entranced by her allure.
With a firm command, Kali ordered: “Lie on your back!” I complied without
hesitation, my body spreading out in submission upon the ground. The women
arranged themselves around me, each finding their perfect position. Athena
placed her chair at my head, lifting her feet to rest them gently on my face as
she reclined. Venus sat beside me, placing her feet across my chest, while Inari
positioned herself at the other side, her feet gently resting upon my abdomen.
Kali maintained her standing position between my legs, a tantalizing balance of
power and vulnerability that sent waves of anticipation coursing through me as I
lay submissively at their mercy, eagerly awaiting the sensations to come.
Athena ordered me to lick her feet, while Venus and Inari rubbed their feet
against my body. I was enthralled.
Kali pressed my testicles with the ball of her foot. I was in heaven.
In a sudden, unexpected turn, the black-haired beauty, Kali, unleashed a
powerful kick that sent a searing pain through my testicles, eliciting a
strained groan from me. Undeterred by my agony, she lashed out once more with
the ball of her foot, mercilessly targeting my sensitive area.
Desperate to escape their grasp, I attempted to roll away, but Athena swiftly
rose above me, planting both feet firmly upon my chest in a suffocating grip
that stole the very air from my lungs. As if in response to my futile struggle,
Venus and Inari ascended over my abdomen, positioning themselves to encircle and
smother me further.
Finding myself trapped between their powerful limbs, I flailed my arms in a
desperate attempt at freedom. However, Athena’s ironclad grip descended once
more, this time both her feet crushing down upon my face with unrelenting force.
“Stay quiet!” she threatened through gritted teeth, her eyes ablaze with
intensity. “Or it will be worse for you!” The warning hung in the air like a
menacing whisper, leaving no doubt about their collective dominance and resolve
to maintain control.
Athena. Venus and Inari all of them jumped all over my body, face, chest, and
abdomen, trampling me like if I were a human carpet.
The girls relinquished their hold upon my body, leaving me to grapple with the
aches and bruises that lingered in their wake. I lay there, panting heavily from
the experience, my mind whirling with a complex cocktail of pain and desire.
“Get UP!” Athena commanded, her voice ringing through the air like a thunderclap
as she spurred me to my feet. Venus, Inari, and Kali offered their support,
helping me rise from the ground as I struggled to regain my composure. As they
assisted me, Venus whispered seductively into my ear: “We like playing rough,”
her voice a silken caress against my skin. “You will tolerate that for me,
right?”
Overwhelmed by their beauty and the collective feminine power radiating from
them, I could only offer a timid nod in response. Each woman was a vision of
allure, clad in tiny bikinis that showcased their lithe bodies to devastating
effect. Their combined presence left me breathless and yearning for more, even
as my body screamed with the aftermath of their rough treatment.
Athena elaborated on their intentions: They proposed a game, one that centered
around my most vulnerable and sensitive areas – my testicles. Each woman would
take her turn to deliver a round of powerful kicks, aiming for the same tender
target. If any of these blows sent me crashing to the floor, I would lose, and a
harsh punishment would ensue. However, if I managed to endure the onslaught of
their collective power, a prize awaited me as my reward.
The proposition hung heavy in the air, casting an intoxicating blend of fear and
desire over me. My heart pounded in my chest, and the very thought of what lay
ahead sent a thrill coursing through my veins. The game was a test of both
physical and mental fortitude, one that promised pleasure and pain in equal
measure.
Kali went behind me and with a swift and dexterous movement pulled down my
thong, leaving my hard cock and balls free.
“Oh, yes, they are huge!” exclaimed Athena, looking at my genitals.
Inari was the first to face off against me in this unconventional game of
endurance. The petite Japanese beauty stood before me, her small toes barely
grazing my testicles as she launched a surprisingly clumsy kick. A sense of
relief washed over me at the seemingly gentle introduction to the challenge
ahead, and I couldn’t help but think, “Oh, thanks heavens.”
However, Inari’s demeanor shifted quickly from an air of innocence to one of
determination, her face twisted with anger as she closed the distance between
us. She put both her hands over my shoulder to steady herself and with a fierce
impulse, she drove her knee upward, aiming for my sensitive target once more.
The force of her blow sent shockwaves through me, causing me to teeter on the
precipice of collapse. In that moment of excruciating pain, I somehow found the
strength to remain standing, clinging to the precarious hope that I might make
it through this trial unscathed.
Despite the agony coursing through my veins, I held fast, refusing to succumb to
defeat so early in this game of strength and resilience.
Inari’s eyes burned with a fiery intensity as she seized hold of both my
testicles in a vice-like grip, her fingers wrapping around the base of each
sensitive organ with an almost sadistic determination. Her gaze locked onto
mine, a silent challenge sparking within the depths of her obsidian irises, as
she tightened her grasp ever so slightly, cutting off the blood flow and sending
waves of pure agony coursing through my veins.
Inari’s sadism was evident in the way she reveled in my discomfort, savoring
each wince and gasp of pain that escaped me. Her cruel fingers squeezed even
tighter, her grip like steel manacles binding my testicles with a merciless
vice. The air crackled with a palpable intensity as Inari’s violent display of
dominance left me breathless and helpless in her grasp, the promise of relief
from this torment a distant and elusive mirage.
With one hand still crushing my testicles, she deftly formed a fist with her
other hand and began to rain down a series of punishing blows upon the
vulnerable orbs, each strike landing with the force of a sledgehammer against my
tortured flesh.
The rhythmic impact of her fists sent shivers of pain coursing through me like
electric currents, each blow a searing reminder of Inari’s dominance and
cruelty. Her rapid-fire assault left me gasping for air, every ounce of my being
focused on withstanding the violence that rained down upon me. The air crackled
with tension as her fists continued to pummel my testicles, each blow a remark
to Inari’s unyielding dominance and the sadistic pleasure she took in my
suffering.
Amidst the hailstorm of pain, I found myself desperately clinging to the promise
of relief that awaited me if I could just endure her brutal onslaught. The
tantalizing prospect of the other women’s embrace, their own captivating allure,
continued to fuel my determination to withstand Inari’s merciless assault. And
so, I stood there, bathed in the cruel glow of her sadistic gaze, waiting for
the moment when my endurance would be tested once more, and perhaps, just
perhaps, my submission would lead me to the rewards that awaited on the other
side of this twisted game.
“You done!” Said Athena, “Now is Venus turn, then Kali and finally me!”
As Venus stepped forward with an ominous grin, she warned me in a silky-soft
voice, “Let me warn you, honey. I’m a judo, karate, and tae-kwon do black belt.”
I nodded, clenching my teeth and steeled myself, aware of the formidable
skillset that lay before me. Venus assumed a fierce karate stance, her muscles
tense and ready to unleash her full might.
As she launched a powerful frontal kick, her insole struck with the force of a
sledgehammer against my testicles, sending shockwaves of agony coursing through
me. My testicles were crushed against my pelvic bone, the sickening creaking
sound of my bones reverberating in my ears as I collapsed to the ground,
crashing against the dusty earth below with a muffled thud.
Howling in torment, I lay prostrate on the floor, my testicles throbbing with
intense pain. “It seems like it’s over,” announced Athena, “He lost. Now take
him inside for his punishment.” Venus and Kali, their faces etched with sadistic
delight, hoisted me onto my knees, ordering me to remain in this submissive
position, crawling on all fours like a humble canine.
With the help of these two powerful women, they led me back into the mansion,
making their way through a vast, windowless hall adorned with stark white stone
walls. As evening descended, the room was bathed in the eerie glow of flickering
torchlight, casting ominous shadows across the cold, impersonal space.
“Oh, my poor balls! They’re so badly hurt!” I pleaded through tears, desperate
for relief. “Please take me to a hospital!” One of my testicles was twisted by
its cord and lodged painfully against my pelvic cavity, unable to retreat back
into place.
“I’m a medical doctor” said Athena, her voice echoing through the cavernous
space. “Moreover an skilled surgeon.”
Athena, with the confident air of a seasoned medical professional, squatted next
to me and probed gently at my genitals. “Don’t worry,” she reassured me in a
matter-of-fact tone, her fingers deftly untwisting the cord and releasing my
trapped testicle from its agonizing confinement.
I emitted an even more anguished cry, teetering on the edge of collapse.
“See, it’s not as big a deal as you might think,” Athena explained calmly. “Your
tissues weren’t ruptured.”
Venus fastened a steel collar around my neck, securing it with a padlock. The
collar was attached to a heavy steel chain, anchored firmly to the stone floor.
“Give him some minutes to rest,” Athena instructed as she and Kali exited the
hall, leaving me alone in the cold, stark chamber, my heart pounding with fear
and anticipation, wondering what sinister punishments awaited me.
Chapter 2: Night of Ordeal.
Lying on the unyielding stone floor of the stark, windowless chamber for several
minutes, my testicles continued to throb with agonizing pain. The sounds of
approaching footsteps echoed through the space, a cacophony of high heels
clicking against the cold stone floor. I turned my head, my eyes landing on the
four women who had just left me: Athena, Venus, Kali, and Inari. Their
appearances had transformed, now clad in skimpy black leather bikinis that
revealed more than they concealed – the lower piece a mere thong, leaving
nothing to the imagination.
Their attire was not limited to these revealing swimsuits; they also donned
leather gloves, extending past their elbows, and wore over-the-knee black
leather boots with platform soles and menacing steel stiletto heels. The
combination of their voluptuous figures, seductive outfits, and the air of power
and malevolence they exuded left me both captivated and terrified.
As they approached, I couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty and the sadistic
intent etched on their faces, a stark reminder of the torments that awaited me.
My heart raced with equal parts fear and desire as I lay there, vulnerable and
exposed in the cold, impersonal chamber, my testicles still screaming in pain
from the earlier encounter.
As I gazed at them in awe and terror, my eyes was drawn to the cruel beauty of
each woman. Athena’s piercing sky-blue gaze seemed to bore into my very soul,
while Venus’s full lips curled into a sadistic smile. Kali’s jet-black eyes
gleamed with an otherworldly light, her dark skin seeming almost luminous
against the black leather. And Inari’s black-raven hair cascaded down her back
like a river of silk and ink, but her white porcelain face was set in a determined
expression that sent shivers down my spine.
I was entranced by their beauty, oblivious to the instruments of torture they
held in their hands. Athena and Kali each grasped a long, coiled black-leather
bullwhip, its menacing presence seeming to pulse with dark energy. Venus and
Inari wielded rattan canes that appeared both elegant and deadly.
Athena was the first to uncoil her bullwhip, its supple length hissing like a
snake as she expertly flung it at me. I lay helpless on my fours, feeling the
whip’s impact like a razor-sharp blade slicing across my back. The sound of
leather striking flesh was deafening, and the searing pain that followed left my
skin feeling as if it were ablaze.
The whip’s brutal kiss left deep red welts across my back, each one throbbing
with a life of its own. I could feel my mind reeling from the sheer agony, my
vision blurring at the edges as I struggled to breathe through the pain. The
women watched me with cold, calculating eyes, their beauty and elegance somehow
amplified by the cruelty they were inflicting upon me. I was entranced by their
beauty, oblivious to the instruments of torture they held in their hands. Athena
and Kali each grasped a long, coiled black-leather bullwhip, its menacing
presence seeming to pulse with dark energy. Venus and Inari wielded rattan canes
that appeared both elegant and deadly.
Athena was the first to uncoil her bullwhip, its supple length hissing like a
snake as she expertly flung it at me. I lay helpless on my fours, feeling the
whip’s impact like a razor-sharp blade slicing across my back. The sound of
leather striking flesh was deafening, and the searing pain that followed left my
skin feeling as if it were ablaze.
The whip’s brutal kiss left deep red welts across my back, each one throbbing
with a life of its own. I could feel my mind reeling from the sheer agony, my
vision blurring at the edges as I struggled to breathe through the pain. The
women watched me with cold, calculating eyes, their beauty and elegance somehow
amplified by the cruelty they were inflicting upon me.
Kali took her turn, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic light as she crossed my
back with another slash of her hard leather bullwhip. The whip bit deep into my
skin, drawing out red blood that flowed like life itself across my back. A canal
of welted skin opened up beneath the whip’s cruel kiss, and I knew that this
wound would leave a horrible permanent scar across my skin.
The girls watched with evil and excited smiles, their beauty somehow amplified
by the cruelty they were inflicting upon me. They seemed to be feeding off my
pain, their eyes gleaming like hungry sharks as they savored every moment of my
agony.
“Please, Stop!” I pleaded, but Venus simply laughed at me, her voice dripping
with sadistic glee.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear, “Shut up!” she hissed, and
then delivered a powerful kick that creaked my ribs. The other girls joined in,
their kicks pummeling my body until I was lying helpless on the floor. Then Kali
jumped over my upper back, her steel stiletto heels dug deep into my back,
pinning me down, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
Meanwhile, Venus and Inari began to cane my lower back and buttocks, their
strokes like whips cutting through the air and slicing into my flesh. Each time
the cane struck, I yelped in pain, but they didn’t care – they were too busy
enjoying themselves.
The caning left my butt looking like a ripped tomato, raw and exposed to their
cruel gaze.
They descended upon me in a frenzy of kicks, their high heels digging deep into my
flesh like daggers. With each strike, they seemed to take pleasure in the pain
they were inflicting, their boots pounding against my body with a rhythmic
brutality that left me gasping for air. As I lay there, helpless and
defenseless, I was consumed by a storm of kicks that rained down upon me without
mercy or reprieve. My body was a canvas of torment, each blow leaving its mark
in a trail of pain that threatened to consume me whole. Finally, after an
unending time, the assault ceased, leaving me lying there in a heap,
my senses shattered and my consciousness torn from me like a leaf from its stem.
Thank goodness, I thought, I had finally lost my consciousness.
I slowly came to, the pain awakening me from my unconscious state like a beast
rising from its lair. I found myself standing on an eagle position, held fast by
leather straps that bound me to a metal rack in some sort of medical laboratory.
Athena stood before me, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden
waterfall, her sky-blue eyes gleaming with a cruel light. She was wearing a
white tiny latex bikini and white gloves, the combination of which made her look
both innocent and depraved.
She was stitching a long wound across my chest, the needle and thread moving
with a deliberate slowness that seemed to savor every moment of my agony. I was
trapped, helpless, and in deep pain. Athena’s gaze met mine, her eyes cold and
calculating, as she slapped me across the face.
“Stop crying, we haven’t harmed you seriously… Yet,” she whispered, her voice
dripping with sadistic intent. She reached for a crystal bottle filled with
disinfectant, the contents of which seemed to hold no mercy for my battered
body. “I’ll clean your wounds now!” she said, spraying me with a high-grade
alcohol that stung like fire and set my skin ablaze. Notwithstanding the extreme
pain I couldn’t take my eyes off her big breast, barely held by the tiny white
latex bikini.
Chapter 3: Morning Slave.
I awoke, finding myself sprawled upon a harsh and frigid stone floor, my
battered body stark naked and tightly bound with cruel black ropes that gnawed
at my flesh. The footsteps drew nearer, and then the heavy, rust-encrusted iron
door creaked open, emitting a disquieting scratching sound.
Venus entered the chamber, and I reluctantly craned my neck to gaze upon her;
she was radiantly beautiful, as if she had just emerged from a slumber. Her
long, golden tresses were tousled, framing her angelic face. Clad only in a
simple white T-shirt, I could sense the naked perfection hidden beneath the
fabric. Her exquisite feet were adorned with her black flip-flop sandals, their
delicate curves revealing a hint of the seduction that lay within.
Wielding a silver dagger, she knelt beside me, and the gleam of the blade sent
shivers through my veins. Her laughter rang out at the sight of my terror.
“Fear not,” she whispered, “For I have no intention of ending your life… just
yet.”
With deft hands, she began to untangle the ropes that bound me. Despite still
bearing the steel collar around my neck, she attached a chain to its frontal
ring and tugged it as a leash, commanding me to move.
“On all fours!” she barked, “You shall crawl like a dog!”
Meekly, I obeyed her command, crawling on all fours behind her, my gaze fixed upon the
sight of her long, naked legs and her butt tantalizingly barely concealed by her
white T-shirt. Despite the agony coursing through my body, arousal stirred
within me, hardening my member.
She led me to the kitchen. “I am going to feed you,” she announced.
With a pot in hand, she poured something onto the floor – not food, but scraps,
leftovers of a meal. Barefoot, she crushed and mashed these remnants with her
delicate feet, creating a muddled mass. Seating herself on a nearby beach, she
lifted her foot, now covered in the concoction, and commanded me to eat from it.
I began to lick her foot, savoring the complex flavors that assaulted my taste
buds: salty, spicy, sweet, and revolting all at once. She fed me in this manner,
smearing her feet on the mixture and instructing me to consume from her feet.
When she had finished, she made me lick the floor until it shone spotless.
With the horrid meal concluded, she led me outside the house, guiding me by the
leash as dawn broke and a refreshing morning embraced us. A verdant carpet of
grass stretched beneath our feet, and the mesmerizing sight of the sapphire lake
before us was captivating.
Venus fastened me against a metal pole, handcuffing me from behind, leaving my
vulnerable front exposed to her tender mercies. She brandished a fireman’s hose,
directing at me a powerful jet of ice-cold water. The pain from the impact and
the piercing chill left me gasping as she drenched my face, chest, abdomen, and
genitals.
Venus chuckled as she beheld me squirming like a writhing worm under the
relentless waterfall from her hose. At last, she ceased the torrent, and once
more brandished that sinister silver dagger. Closing in on me, she began to
meticulously shave my genitals – a near shave, her fingers brushing against my
taut erection as she wielded the blade. The intoxicating scent of her perfume
enveloped me, and with each breath, I grew more aroused.
It had been so long since my last climax that, upon release, I erupted forth in
torrents of semen. She cried out, hastening to move away; yet some of my ropes
found purchase on her bare thighs and face.
Venus brandished her silver dagger, pointing it at me as she declared, “I swear
by this blade! The next time you ejaculate without my consent, I shall excise
your manhood!” The sight of my semen trickling down her inner thigh left me
breathless – a captivating spectacle.
She cleaned herself and departed, leaving me handcuffed to the metal post under
the unforgiving sun of mid-morning.
As the unrelenting sun scorched high overhead, the metal pole burned my back
like an inferno, and I sat on the ground, my hands cuffed behind me in a cruel
embrace. Tormented by parching thirst, my mouth and throat screamed for respite.
Venus emerged from the house, attired in a white summer dress and her flip-flop
sandals. In her hand, she held a crystal funnel as she approached me, her legs
spread wide open. With her thighs framing my face on either side, she positioned
the funnel at my lips and began to urinate. I struggled to swallow her golden
stream, nearly choking on its potent, salty flavor.
Once she had finished, she retreated into the house, leaving me once more to my
anguished solitude.
