Classes are over for the day

Racheal leads Naomi outside back towards the dorm when all of a sudden Naomi pauses and starts to wimper. Rachael turns around.

“What now?”

Naomi was too embarrassed to say it.

Racheal with an impatient look said hurry up and say it.

Naomi meekly says “I have to use the bathroom” and Rachael just stands there. Naomi waits for a response but Rachael just waits. Naomi's face went red with embarrassment she said “Please, master can I use the bathroom.”

Racheal still stood there for a moment before saying “Fine, but we don't have all day.”

Naomi meekly asks “Do I really have to do it here in front of everyone?” Her mind racing at the thought of what was about to happen.

Racheal said sternly “I don't want to hear it. You are a pet and pets pee outside.”

With that, Racheal led Naomi to a grassy area off to the side of the path. A few students glanced over, some snickering, others looking away in discomfort. Naomi’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure humiliation. This was a new low, a level of degradation she hadn't even conceived of.

“Go on,” Rachael commanded, her grip firm on the leash. “I don't have all day.”

Naomi hesitated, her body rigid with shame. She couldn't do this. She couldn't just… relieve herself in the middle of campus.

Rachael gave the leash a sharp tug, the metal clamps biting into Naomi’s clit. A gasp of pain escaped her lips.

“Now,” Rachael said, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Naomi squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. She took a deep, shaky breath, the scent of damp earth filling her senses. And then, with a sense of utter resignation, she let go.

The warm liquid pooled at her knees, a stark, undeniable proof of her submission. The laughter from the onlookers was a distant hum, a dull roar in her ears. All she could focus on was the feeling of the wet grass beneath her, the coolness of her own urine against her skin.

Rachael watched, a look of satisfaction on her face. She was the master, the one in control. And Naomi was hers.

When it was over, Naomi remained on her hands and knees, her body trembling, her face buried in her hands.

Racheal says “Good girl.”

Then without another word, she bend down and wiped her pussy. Racheal made sure to spend extra time rubbing her erect clit.

Naomi flinched at the touch, a wave of unwanted pleasure washing over her. Her body was a traitor, responding to her tormentor's touch with a flush of arousal. She was a mess of conflicting emotions, a whirlwind of shame and desire.

Racheal leads a still trembling Naomi back to their dorm. The short walk felt like an eternity, each step a fresh wave of humiliation. Naomi kept her head down, her eyes fixed on the ground, the leash a constant reminder of her submission.