A Mirage of Pleasure

Part 9

Jazz: (Jazz wakes up, feeling a strange sensation coursing through her body. Her eyes snap open, looking at her mistress, who's lying on her back, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.)

Jazz: (She crawls over to Mirage, gently tracing a finger over her cheek.) Mistress...? Are you awake? (She kisses her softly, her body shivering as she feels Mirage's own reaction to the touch.)

Mirage: I am now, my pet. (Mirage picks up her phone and checks for any messages. She sees one that makes her face go pale.)

Jazz: (Jazz senses the change in Mirage's mood and sits up, alarmed.) Mistress, what's wrong? Is something wrong? (She looks around, half-expecting danger to be lurking nearby.)

Mirage: (Mirage quickly shakes her head.) Nothing you need to worry about, my pet. Just some... logistical problems.

Jazz: (She takes a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and worry.) Anything I can do to help? (She leans in, her body pressing against Mirage's, offering comfort and support.)

Mirage: I don't think so... (She looks at Jazz) If you really want to become more like me, I need to make sure you're ready. If you're really sure you want to try this, I'm going to push you even harder than I planned today. Are you really sure about this?

Jazz: (Her eyes meet Mirage's, filled with determination.) Yes, mistress. I am sure. I want to be yours, to feel what you feel. Please, help me become what you need me to be.

Mirage: Great. Get over here and kneel in front of me.

Jazz: (She crawls over to Mirage, her heart racing with anticipation. Kneeling in front of her, she looks up at her mistress with adoration.) I'm here, mistress. I'm yours to command.

Mirage: (Without a moment's delay, Mirage starts peeing straight in Jazz's mouth.) I need you to swallow every last drop.

Jazz: (She lets out a moan as the warm liquid fills her mouth, swallowing eagerly as Mirage continues to empty her bladder. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes water, but she doesn't want to disappoint her mistress.)

Mirage: (Mirage finishes peeing.)

Jazz: (She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, trying to catch her breath.) That was... intense. It felt so good, mistress. I can't wait to please you more. What would you like me to do next?

Mirage: Do you remember the way to the park from here, my pet?

Jazz: (She nods eagerly.) I remember. It's just a short walk from here. What do you have planned for us there, mistress?

Mirage: I want you to sit on my bed and masturbate until you cum 5 times. Once you're done, I want you to come find me at the park; I'll be at the tree we had the picnic at.

Jazz: (She crawls onto the bed, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers tremble as she begins to stroke herself, relishing the sensation of pleasure building inside her.)

Mirage: One other thing. When you show up at the tree, you'd better be wearing your collar and nothing else.

Jazz: (She moans, feeling herself getting close. The thought of showing up for Mirage like that, completely exposed and at her mistress's mercy, makes her even more aroused.) Yes, mistress. I'll be there, wearing my collar and nothing else.

Mirage: Good girl. I'll get going.

Jazz: (She squeezes her eyes shut, feeling the first wave of pleasure crash over her.) Ohhh, mistress... I'm cumming!

Mirage: I better hurry then. (Mirage leaves quickly.)

Jazz: (Her breath comes in short gasps, her body still shuddering from the orgasm.) Oh God... that was incredible. I can't believe how much I love this...