“We put it in the fridge for you because we know you love this stuff. It’s like a fine wine to you slave, isn’t it?”
My stomach was not feeling great at this point, but I managed to say, “Yes Mistress.”
At first Christine tried to pour the sticky fluid from the shower cap into the bowl, but very little actually came out – most of it was stuck inside the cap. So while Christine held the shower cap, Laura tipped piss into it from the bowl. Then Christine tipped the resulting mixture from the shower cap back into the dog bowl.
“There!” Christine said proudly. “That looks really disgusting. But wait, we’ve had a contribution from slave, and one from Mistress Laura, but what about me?” She looked me in the eye at that point. “What can I put in here? How about some snot? No, my nose is pretty
