Naomi gets a golden shower

Naomi gulped. She hated giving blowjobs, and especially disliked getting any of it on her face or body. It wasn’t just the taste or having the cock in her mouth, it was the stickiness and grossness of it all. To her it felt like having snot on her. It made feel a little sick whenever any of her boyfriends had come in her mouth, especially when they’d insisted that she should swallow it.

Clara removed something else from her belt: an O ring gag. “Open wide,” she said. Naomi didn’t have much choice but to open her mouth as Clara placed the ring in it, then lifted the hair and attached the strap around the back of her head. It only took a few seconds and Naomi was drooling already. “No matter what happens…” Clara tapped Naomi’s chin with the riding crop, “You keep that chin up. Understood.”

“Yesh, Mithtress Clara.” Naomi tried to speak with the gag in her mouth. She guessed she was about to swallow a whole load of come, the thought alone brought her close to retching.

“You know what to do,” Clara said to the male ****. He couldn’t see through the latex mask, so she had to walk him over to stand in front of Naomi.

Here it comes, Naomi thought. Time to get a facial.

It was much worse than she thought though. As soon as Clara stopped moving him, he began to piss. Spraying it on Naomi’s face and hair and she turned her head, but received the crack of the riding crop on her nipple. “What did I say!” Clara snapped and Naomi turned back to face the pissing ****, closing her eyes as it drenched her hair, face and body. She felt so sticky and disgusting, wishing she could wash it right off but there was nothing she could do.

It felt like she had a layer of it stuck all over her face and it landed in her mouth. She couldn’t close her mouth to stop it, or spit it out either as she tasted it on her tongue.

Her whole body was covered in it and he kept pissing for what seemed like forever. They must have fed him a whole lot of water before. Her hair was completely soaked and she rattled the handcuffs, but that did nothing. She had to keep her head up, else she’d get the riding crop again, but doing so meant the piss in her mouth was pooling. She tried to move her tongue back, but the vapors were strong, and soon the pool was big enough that her tongue was submerged anyway.

Eventually the last few drops splashed all over her, and Naomi opened her stinging eyes, feeling and seeing the drips of urine stuck on the tips of her eyelashes. Her hair was completely soaked, dripping more of it down her body. The taste in her mouth made her want to be sick, but she still couldn’t move her head with Clara’s riding crop under her chin.

The piss trickled down her body, dripping from her chin and nipples and Clara smirked at her the whole time.

“Hold your head up and keep that piss in your mouth until I return,” Clara said. “I’ll take Joe back to his cell. I expect it all to still be there when I return, or else you’ll be punished.”

If this wasn’t a punishment, Naomi didn’t want to know what was.

She kept her head up as Clara took hold of the ****’s leash and walked him out of the room. The pool of piss was right up to the back of her teeth, and she wondered whether Clara was going to make her swallow it all when she returned. She kept her tongue up the best she could, but it was all she could smell or taste now anyway. She felt so disgusting as she knelt with her arms above her head, the rest of her body covered in urine, a mouthful of piss that she couldn’t spit out, else she’d end up receiving an even worse punishment.