Pissing on her!

He bent down to her and picked her up... Gently ge placed her into the bathtub. "Now, honey, before I take you to bed for the night, there's one last thing I had promised you I'd do to you, didn't I?"
She was still sobbing from the intense experience she just had, but she was still completely immersed in her submission. "Look at me, honey," he demanded, " I will now piss on you, on my property!"
With that he took out his cock again and moved closer to the tub.
"See what you are... you are nothing, you are my property, and nothing but that!" AS he said those words he started to pee.... aiming at her hair, her tits, her back... "Look at me!" he ordered. Still crying, she looked up at Hi, straight into His eyes... "Open your mouth slut!" Without hesitation she opened her mouth and looked Him straight into the eyes. Hiss piss filled her mouth as he aimed stright for her face. "That's a good girl. Is my girl enjoying being used as her Master's toilet?" She nodded as she felt His warm piss runnign all over her naked body. She had been reduced to nothing... to nothing but an object, a piece of property with no value other than the one He gave her by using her. She was not her own person anymore, she was completely His. No thoughts, no pride, no spark of inner resistance, not even any of those ironic thoughts she always used to have, just to disguise her real desire of true submission.

This was what she realized in that moment. All those times when she was a smart ass, when she had talked back to Him, trying to be ironic or cynical about their games, all those times she was merely too proud to admit to what she really craved, to ashamed to even admit to herself that this was what she was born to do, that all she really really was, was a dirty little slut. Her Master's whore. Nothing else. And there was nothing else she ever would be.

He was done pissing, and she opened her eyes, His piss stinging in them. They looked at each other, into their eyes.. He, lookign down at her, and her, looking up at Him. Looking at each other, they both realized in that moment, that this was it, the ultimate .... The deepest sense of dominance and submission there could be. He owned her, and she was nothing but HIS.
A slight smile formed on their lips.... But just for a second, then He immediately took control again. He turned on the shower, gently pulling her up. Proudly, He started washing her gently, the warm water flowing over the curves of her body. He washed every inch of her body, all the time not saying a word. Gradually, she calmed down and stopped sobbing.
When he was done completely cleaning her, he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. Still no word was necessary to explain the bond that was now between them and forever would be.