Charisma & Tiffany Part 3

Finally, the spray of urine ended, the final beads dripping from Charisma's urethra, onto Tiffany's upturned face, and the sorceress said, "You're not to wash or rinse your hair or body or towel yourself dry. Understand?"

"Yes."

"I hope you enjoyed the taste of my piss, because you will drink from me often."

"I did," Tiffany replied, blushing. "Thank you."

Charisma gazed at the aluminum baseball bat. She decided not to use it--at least, not today. By forcing Tiffany to drink her urine, the sorceress had humiliated the shemale enough for the time being and had, once again, demonstrated her dominance over the lovely transsexual.

Charisma stepped back from the shemale seated on the shower stall floor. "You may go, but stay naked." Charisma knew that Tiffany found it embarrassing, even humiliating, to be nude in front of the butler, the chauffeur, the chef, and the maids. Consequently, Charisma made sure that the shemale was naked at all times, whether she was in the mansion or traveling with Charisma in one of the sorceress' limousines. No doubt, she'd feel even more mortified today, both naked and smelling of Charisma's urine.

"Put that baseball bat away, too," Charisma directed. "We won't be needing it, after all."

Tiffany's eyes widened. My God! she thought. Was that what Charisma had been trying to force up her ass? With a trembling hand, she grasped the Little Slugger.

"Not today, anyway," Charisma added.