the bathroom

"Good" Donna says. "Now come with me, slut" She grabs Erin by the hair and begins to drag her. Erin tries to keep up, walking behind her on all fours without too much success.

She takes your girlfriend down a short hall, through a door and turns on the light switch. You follow, of course, allowing Donna just enough room to be in control, to dominate, to continue to show you her value.

It's a beautiful bathroom. The tiles sparkle, the sink and counter and toilet are immaculate. Donna steps into it and stands before Erin. "Well fuck pig. Clean it."

Erin seems confused. She looks around at the beautiful room. You can tell that she doesn't want to be contradictory, but she can't help it. Softly she starts to speak. "It's... it's clean."

Donna just smiles. And you know why. Erin hasn't net noticed the golden nectar running down Donna's leg and pooling on the floor. But she will.... soon "Clean it" Donna says with determination.

And you see Erin's eyes find it, stare at it. Then look back at you. You shrug. You're not the one in charge here. Or at least, you're not the one in charge of Erin. So she turns and looks up at Donna.

"Drinking cum is for beginners" Donna says dryly. "Do you understand, you fucking disgusting fuck pig?" Her voice is soft. It doesn't need to be really loud. It's filled with intensity.

"Yes" Erin nods, and still on all fours, crawls over the the wet tile.

She doesn't hesitate. She knows what's expected of her. She may even enjoy what's expected of her. She leans her head down like a cat over a bowl of milk and starts to lap the liquid off the floor. She takes short licks, then long licks, then loud slurps.
She swallows it all down into her tight, slutty, belly.

Donna looks at you, searching for approval. You nod.

Erin does her best to clean it all up. Her face doesn't register even the slightest bit of disgust or uncertainty. She's doing what's asked of her. She's understanding the true nature of dominance. You can see her pussy glistening. You can see that doing what's asked of her is turning her on.

And finally, finished, she sits up, stares at Donna, proudly displaying her wet chin and asks. "More please."

Donna's eyes open wide. She's incredulous. "You don't decide if you get more. I decide if you get more. Do you understand? Do you, you little cunt?" Donna raises her hand as if she's going to slap Erin.

Erin nods, and sits up straight. You wonder if it's possible that she asked for more simply to invite a slap from Donna. After all, you think, if she's turning into a good true fuck pig, being slapped is a reward.

But Donna relents. She doesn't slap her. Instead she thinks.

You wonder if perhaps she's thinking about how she misspoke just now. After all, Donna may decide what Erin does. But it's you who decide what Donna does. And if Erin is going to get another drink, you're going to be the one who approves it.

Which you do. Which Donna realizes, as you step up to your sweet (or maybe, formerly-sweet) girlfriend, and lift up your cock.

Truth be told all this standing around in a chilly bathroom has made you need to relieve yourself.

Erin crawls over eagerly, more eagerly than she's ever done anything for you, kneels up toward you, positioned beneath your cock, her breasts heaving, her breath panting. "May I? May I please?" She asks Donna.

Donna looks at you.

"She may" You say.

"You may" Donna answers.

And Erin opens her mouth as wide as possible as you let loose your own golden stream right between her lips. You're not sure you've ever seen her happier. She does her best to swallow only when her mouth is completely filled, as not to spill any more than necessary.

Donna, watching, can't help but work her hand down to her own wet twat and start to fiddle with it. What she's watching must surely be a sight for her to behold.

As your stream ends, and Erin leans in close to the tip of your cock, her tongue reaching for every last drip, Donna smiles at you, licking her own fingers. She did always like the taste herself. You trained her well, years ago when you were making her into the sick slut that she is today, the tattooed designation on her own body.

Erin meanwhile is very, very happy, her face and whole body a mess of cum and piss. Her perky pierced nipples still as hard as ever. As if learning to truly be a wild, obedient, fuck pig has given her a renewed sense of purpose.

"Thank you sir" She says "Thank you miss"

But Donna's not done with her. "I've decided. You get even more." She says.

"More?" Erin asks, half excited, half confused.

"That's right. If you like it so much. You get more." Donna says proudly.

Erin looks around. "But... how?"

Donna scoffs. "If you're such a good slut. You figure it out."

Erin thinks for a moment, then smiles.