As low as it gets

Angela looked at the stupefied young man in disbelief. He had done everything she asked of him and then some, and while she was completely sated sexually, she still felt compelled to push him further. Her mind wandered as she tried to come up with something else with which to test his devotion, when an evil smirk formed upon her lips.

She rose and stepped past Mark who was still lying on his back, smiling happily in his afterglow. "Just wait there minute." she commanded as she passed, before disappearing out of sight.

Mark could hear her tinkering around, padding across the floorboards barefoot but he remained in position obediently. Soon Angela returned, her naked form coming into view above him, his smile widening as he gazed up at the lovely goddess.

"Now boy, we'll have one last drink but first you're going to do something for me. Don't worry, it will be fun." she added, smirking down at him. Mark nodded eagerly so she continued, "Get up, back on your knees and take off your shirt." she ordered. Once more Mark complied, whipping off his shirt as he rose, then positioning himself upon his knees before her. His eyes drank in her naked form and a shudder went through him.

"Good boy." Angela cooed, "Now chin up, I'm going to put this on you." she shook a tangle of straps at him and Mark eventually realised it was a collar and a leash. In fact, Angela had had to fix two of her dear pup's collars together but it would do. For now. Mark dutifully extended his neck as he looked up at her and she praised him once more as she reached out and clasped it around his neck before attaching the leash. Holding it in one hand she stepped back to admire her work, smiling down at Mark as he happily, drunkenly smiled back. "Very good boy." she said warmly. "Now for your treat."

What Angela planned to do next was beyond anything from her wildest fantasies, something so crazy she wasn't even sure she could go through with it. Yet, after seeing the boy worship her feet, her cunt, her asshole... well a dark part of her really wanted to see him do this. If it all went to plan then he would be hers for good, this knowledge helping to spur her on and push through with the plan.

Angela took another step back, the leash still loose, then pushed an empty dog bowl in front of her with her bare foot. She stepped over it and, doing her best to keep her stony expression, bent her knees and lowered herself over it, crouching down and parting her thick thighs wide. Mark watched on entranced as she then released her bladder, the first droplets of her piss pinging loudly off the tin before her stream steadied and it began to fill. Once done she shook herself slightly and rose, Mark continuing to watch on with wonder. When she took a step back, then began to pull gently on the leash Mark got the message, falling to his hands and knees and crawling forward, coming to a stop above the bowl.

Angela's command was simple. "Drink."

Mark didn't hesitate although he did approach the task tentatively, leaning in to lap at the warm liquid curiously at first, the moment his tongue met with her piss causing Angela to stifle a gasp. Mark seemed to like the flavour however, as soon he was eagerly lapping and sucking up his treat, his fervour enough to cause a little to splash out.

Angela moved to stand over him, reaching down to scratch at the back of his head with her manicured nails, purring and giving him praise and words of encouragement as she started to stroke herself again. To her amazement, despite her spent state and aching, overstimulated cunt she felt her arousal rise quickly and as Mark licked up the last of her piss she was rocked by another powerful climax, her fluids spraying onto the floorboards. Her moans had an affect on Mark as well, his rock hard cock spasming wildly and dribbling out a weak load onto the floor beneath him as he experienced his first no-contact orgasm.

When Angela came down from her euphoric high she was met with a very happy yet exhausted looking Mark resting on his knees, looking up at her expectantly. Noting the droplets of spilled piss, her fluids and Mark's own mess she picked up the bowl and shook her head at poor Mark.

"Tsk tsk, naughty boy. Look at the mess you made. You'll have to clean up before bed." she said, punctuating her statement with a tug on the leash. Mark once again quickly got the message, obediently leaning back down and lapping up their mess. When he licked up his own cum another pang of pleasure surged through Angela, the sheer power she had over the drunken young man having become addictive.

When Mark was done she praised him again, then unfastened the collar before ordering him to dress, his freshly cleaned pants still warm from the dryer waiting for him on the sofa. He went about the task in a daze but eventually managed, at which point Angela, robed once more, led him to the door. She gave Mark a kind pat, ruffling his hair and stroking his ear as she opened the door and set him free, saying, "See you tomorrow, pet." before closing the door on him.

Mark stood in a daze for a moment before heading upstairs and finally making it safely home. He flopped straight onto his bed, his mind a drunken mess of confused thoughts and fragmented memories. As he drifted off into a deep sleep he was blissfully unaware that just downstairs his neighbour was watching a video on her phone that had captured his final act. The shot had come out even better than Angela had hoped, perfectly framing her new pet's collaring, the filling of the bowl and his hungry obedience in graphic detail. Her pussy throbbed as she smiled to herself, her mind already wandering to all the things she would make him do. He was hers now.