We're at a Leather bar. You decide to buy me a few drinks, just to loosen me up, but you don't know my plans.
You know I plan on hitting you, warming you up with my flogger first, then comes canes and paddles and DIY toys. You fall into subspace so easily, and I love making darker and darker marks on your skin, welding and bringing blood to the surface. People pass by and stare, and we create a small crowd outside by the St Andrew's cross.
I check in quickly before disconnecting you. You think we are finished, but I tell you I have one more thing. I guide you to the floor, laying flat on your back, and stand over your chest. Lifting up my skirt and moving my underwear to the side, I stand over you and let go of my filled bladder. I laugh, and enjoy how beautiful you look being degraded like this, covered in my piss.