Dominatrix System

Chapter 137

Both Ingrid and Hillary were having a hard time sitting still after dinner. Both had been served tea, and Hillary was blushing and could not sit still as she rubbed her thighs which must have been uncomfortable. I loved the reaction both had as I stood, and both nobly born women turned to me with excitement as I stood.

"Well, Freya, That was delicious," I told her honestly as she had become a better cook over the years. I turned to move, and I threw a look to Stacy, "Remember to feed Kitty. She is having a cat nap inside the room, and I didn't notice when I went in there." I turned to the Noblewomen, "Follow me," I ordered. I walked towards the Training room.

I heard the chairs move against the ground as they stood as they couldn't wait for me to play with them. Both followed not far behind me as I stepped into the room, and I felt anticipation. Today was going to be a wet play session, but I couldn't help but feel excitement for the fun that was about to come.

I turned as I entered the training room and turned to them with a neutral expression that didn't show much. Both noblewomen stepped in behind me and didn't know what to make of what I was about to do. "It is good both of you came, although," I looked a Hillary, "One of you didn't really have much of a choice," I said to the red-haired noblewoman. "Why don't you show your friend what you are wearing underneath that dress," I told her, and we all knew that it was an order.

"Yes, Mistress," Hillary said, her voice wavering in a soft tone that was barely perceptible. Ingrid looked at her with a slightly hidden smile, and I could see the happiness for her friend in that grin. I remembered that Ingrid outed her friend because she wasn't getting any sexual relief.

I cut off the extra thoughts as I grinned as Hillary took off her lovely dress, and I could feel the embarrassment and humiliation as she stripped in front of her friend. The chastity cage came into the light reasonably quickly, though, as the clothes fell to the floor as she was left in a bra and a Chastity belt. I looked at the belt, as did Ingrid, who let out a small gasp. A clear liquid came from her pussy, and she unclasped her bra. Her lovely white breasts came into view.

I grinned wickedly, and I stepped up to her, and I looked her over. "What a nice little body," I told her with a grin. My hand moved up, and I pressed against the entrance that pushed only partially into her urethra. Hillary mixed a moan with a yelp as I pressed on it, and I could feel a slight bit of liquid. "What is this?" I asked, although I knew exactly what it was. I held out, and there was a tiny bit of liquid, and the blush on Hillary's face became absolute. Her entire face turned red, and I grinned at her reaction.

"I-" Hillary stammered, but I turned to Ingrid.

"Ingrid, Open your mouth and taste this," I said, and her eyes widened, and I could see a disgusted look. Still, her mouth opened, and I knew it was in protest. It didn't matter, though, as my finger crossed the distance and I placed the drop of liquid on her tongue. I could see Distress from Hillary as her friend was forced to taste her urine as I played with Ingrid's tongue. Both felt humiliated at the movement for two completely different reasons.

"Now tell me, Ingrid," I asked with a sadistic grin, "What did Hillary deposit on my finger, much to my disgust."

Ingrid looked at me, and I could see the blush on her beautiful face, although it was slightly twisted in disgust, "It was piss," Ingrid said, and I turned to Hillary.

"Why did you piss on me, Hillary? Then when I asked, you didn't even tell me as I got your friend to find out what it was, you still didn't talk." Hillary's blush continued, and I could see her having a hard time looking in either of our directions as I shook my head. "I think this naughty little girl wanted to have her friend taste her piss; I think I should punish her." I finished, and Hillary looked at me with excitement that she didn't mean to show but was alarmed at my tone. I felt the building tension in me, and I needed to release it soon. I had too often lately held myself back, and the day had pressed myself to the edge, and I was much more in need of release than I had thought.