Laura planned Bondage to use Erica's entire face as a masturbation toy, and to this end she began to rub her wet pussy up and down across Erica's face, gripping Erica's hair as makeshift handles. She smeared her cunt juices back and forth across Erica's cheeks and forehead, savoring the feel of Erica's nose running up and down her twat valley, between her labia, feeling the warmth of Erica's tears on her thighs. Erica made muffled crying sounds, but Laura ignored them, because she was focusing on something else, something she very much wanted to do right now. And there it was - her bladder wasn't quite empty. And by relaxing as best she was able while in the throes of sexual arousal, Laura was able to let the last of her urine BDSM flow out and bathe her lover's face. She moaned happily as she pissed onto her girlfriend's face, even as she rubbed her pussy vigorously back and forth across the unwilling bitch's features. This was right. This was the degradation that Laura fetish had gone through, and now oral Erica was sharing in it, because that's what girlfriends were for. She felt an orgasm building, and squealed out loud as it hit her domination just as the last of her bladder emptied itself. Her knees went weak, and Laura lost her footing, falling safely but gracelessly to the bathroom floor in front of Erica. She ripped the panties from Erica's mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately, Erica tasted like urine and cunt juices but Laura didn't care. She kissed Erica again and again. The orgasm from abusing Erica had been amazing, and she felt deeply grateful to her girlfriend. "Good slut," she murmured as she kissed the crying girl. "Good slut." Erica, confused, kissed Laura back, and the only thought in her mind was how lucky she was that Laura would kiss her even when she was soaked in piss, and even after she had made Laura so angry somehow. She felt grateful to be so loved. "Good slut," she whispered to herself. Chapter 16 TOPLESS WAITRESS After recovering from her orgasm, Laura showered. She graciously let Erica join her, and together the two girls washed the sweat, sex juices and piss from their naked bodies. It felt weird washing with the chain still hooked on Laura's tits (and painful) but it seemed to be stainless steel and unlikely to rust. Afterwards, Laura dressed for her new job. The chain was her bra, of course. And she was going to be topless, but she would need to cover her tits while Erica drove her to work, so she put on a casual shirt. She got Erica to slide a fresh pair of lacy pink panties up her legs, and then put on a sexy miniskirt over the top. She complimented the outfit with high heels. “I noticed you seldom carry rings. “Duh…. My body fetish is still quivering from their onslaught. See you are going to manage it before your 30th birthday as well." "It's not that BDSM I want you to look at me," I lied. She once again pinned his arms down onto the bed and spread her legs over her member, rubbing her pussy on the head of his member and eliciting more moans from Matt. It was a fact that his Mom domination had been rather vocal each time she had an orgasm. The two kissed softly before separating. “Captain,” I said imperiously, “these oral men were sent by my father to kill me. I am a political refugee seeking Bondage asylum. "I think you're right."