Piss on Arielle

"Ok Arielle", I said, delighting in playing to her sexist paranoia. "You know how natural it is for men to control women".

"Pig!"

"Yes. Please realize that there is a global conspiracy by men to control and demean women".

"I knew it. Bastards!"

"and please realize too, that if I sent one email to my male collaborators they would see to it that you would never get a job anywhere again other than sucking dick under a bridge.

"I, I never knew", she gasped. It goes that deep?"

"Yes", I looked at her critically for a few moments then said. "You'd look better if your tits were more pert. Please come to work in future with shorter bra straps. Please wear a darker lipstick to work, I prefer gettting my cock sucked by women with really slutty dark red lips. Please realize that this is all thoroughly degrading for a professional woman such as yourself, but realize that you must do it anyway".

She looked aghast.

I continued, "Every morning when you come to work, please come to my office and kneel in front of me in case I want to make use of you. Please feel free to be angry and resent this, but do it anyway!"

"You, you sick fuck",

"Now kneel bitch!"

Arielle struggled. I had not said _Please kneel _and forced her to. However, the thought of going against the male cabal which ruled the world crushed her and she reluctantly knelt in front of me, acknowledging the control I had over her. I fished my cock out and pointed it at her face.

She looked up at me in resentment and defeat as the stream of warm urine splashed on her face and hair. She kept her eyes closed but didn't move until it was finished, by which time she was coated in it. Piss dripped from her hair and her top had gone semi transparent, clinging beautifully to her tits.

"That's better. At least you know your place now don't you Arielle".

She didn't reply.