At Professor Torres place

The day couldn't have ended soon enough as far as you are concerned. You quickly head home to freshen up, looking through pictures from the prior evenings activities gets you all hot and bothered. As such you quickly rub one out before you shower and head on over to Professor Torres apartment.

You arrive a few minutes early, having rushed over as quickly as possible and you ring the buzzer for the correct apartment. "Hola?" Professor Torres voice rings out and you identify yourself. The door clicks as she opens it for you. You head on up, restraining yourself from rushing up the stairs.

You come to right level, find the name on the door and as the door is slight open you head on. Passing through the front door you don't see Professor Torres anywhere but the door clicks shut behind you. Turning around, your heart almost stops.

Behind you stands Professor Torres, fully decked out in a full dominatrix outfit, crotchless, and high heels on her dainty feet. "Welcome my ****!" Professor Torres greets you with a wicked lilt to her voice.

Oh my god you think to yourself, it's happening again! Stunned into silence you don't resist as Professor Torres grabs your shirt collar and leads you over to her couch, shoving you into it forcefully.

"See ****, your devotion to me is painfully obvious for any dominant woman. If you serve me tonight and do it well, I'll pass you from my class. And if you don't, well, best not think about that.." You are mesmerized by the smoky voice of Professor Torres and her intense eyes seem to swallow you, own you even. You stutter out your agreement. "Excellent ****, from now on you better call me Mistress and I will be your Domina. Your Domina Sara! Now, strip!"

Feeling yourself morph into the submissive slut you were the night before you quickly strip out of your clothes to approving noises from your Domina. When naked Domina Sara forces you down on all fours, neck bent so you can only see the floor.

After a few moments a sharp pain flashes over your back, your ass and your legs as Domina Sara whips you into further submission. You begin to thank her for every single lash and you find yourself meaning it as your cock hardens and throbs.

"Now ****, into the shower, on your back, head towards to the wall! Oh and slaves move on all fours.." At your Dominas command you crawl like a puppy towards what you gather to be the shower room, finding yourself in it you assume the position. Domina Sara walks in, grins sadistically at your prone form as she stands above you. "Open up wide and taste my champagne ****!" Puzzled for a moment you quickly understand as a long, intense stream of gold white piss splashes over your body, across your face and into your mouth.

Through obscene submissive pleasure you love it, gulping down eagerly the piss of your Domina. Enjoying the taste and savoring every drop of golden nectar. Your body is pleasantly warm from the urine and you blink the piss out of your eyes as the stream trickles off and dies. "Good boy, you drank so much of my champagne! I will make sure you never go thirsty again!" Your ears ring under the laughter of your Domina and you wouldn't want it any other way..