You open the door to Samantha looking at you with disdain. You laugh at her for being back so soon to serve again and invite her to crawl in and put her maid uniform on. She curses you under her breath but complies and you notice her cunt dripping as she changes into her maid uniform on the floor without standing up.

(Fuming with hatred and jealousy that you found another woman to replace her so quickly.) I can't help it! I just...can't get away from this compulsion, even if they are the worst of my own sex sometimes. It's like a curse, this need to please them and serve them! sob But why do you still let me come here? You must hate me for it!

(Raising her eyes to meet yours briefly before looking away in anger and embarrassment) I know I said I hate men, but...it's complicated. Maybe if you treated me better, gave me more power...then it wouldn't be like this. But you're just like all the others! You use my body and laugh at my pain! (hits her fist against the floor)

She yelped as you spanked her and tears streamed down her face. You weren't wrong...there was something about you that made it almost impossible for her to stay away. It was twisted and fucked up, but there it was. "Fine," she sniffled, trying to wipe the tears away with the back of her hand. "I'll keep coming back, just because I can't help myself...but you better start treating me better. Or else I might find someone who will." She glared at you from beneath long, wet eyelashes before looking away again, focusing on scrubbing the floor more furiously than ever.

As you locked the collar around her neck and yanked on the leash, forcing her to remain kneeling before you, she snorted derisively. "Yeah, like anyone else would want a stupid feminist bitch who can't even keep her cunt dry!" She grunted as you tugged harder on the leash, her breasts brushing against your leg. Her face flushed with shame and anger at herself for how needy she was being.

She continued to scrub the floor beneath you, cursing under her breath about what a pathetic piece of shit she must be to enjoy serving someone so much...and yet still hate it. "Maybe if I just concentrate on hating you," she muttered, "then it'll go away..." But even as she thought this, she couldn't help but wonder why she felt so drawn to your abuse when everyone else seemed to want nothing to do with her.

The only thing that comforted her slightly was the knowledge that at least you didn't hurt her...not physically, anyway. Even though you treated her like a dog and made her do disgusting things in front of you, there were parts of her that craved your attention above all else. She hated herself for it, but there was no denying the truth of it any more than she could ignore the pulse between her legs.

It seemed like an impossible situation...and yet here she was, trapped in it with no end in sight.

"Wh-what?" she sputtered, glancing up at you with wide eyes as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She didn't know what to think. A part of her wanted nothing more than for you to punish her further, make her feel even smaller and more pathetic...but another part was terrified by the idea of you peeing on her or in her mouth.

Before she could muster the courage to say anything else, however, you'd already shoved your huge cock toward her face, grinning maliciously. "I said open wide," you growled. She gagged as it slid past her lips and nostrils, feeling the hot stream of piss hit the back of her throat. She tried to swallow reflexively, but it was more than she could handle. Her eyes watered and tears streamed down her face as you continued to fill her mouth with your urine.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you pulled out and allowed her to breathe again. She retched violently, trying desperately not to throw up all over the floor as she coughed and sputtered, saliva and piss mixing together in her mouth. Tears streaked down her face as she gazed up at you with hate-filled eyes, struggling against the bonds that held her collar in place.

"Why?" she wheezed between ragged breaths. "Why would you do that to me?" It was a question she already knew the answer to...but it still hurt every time she asked it aloud. She just wished there was another way for things to be between them...but deep down, she suspected there wasn't.

She flinched away from your hand when you patted her on the head, refusing to accept that you were right about who she was...even as a part of her deep down knew it was true. Tears flowed freely now, running down her cheeks and mixing with the piss in her hair as she sobbed openly, curling up into herself as best she could while still on all fours.

"I-I'm s-sorry," she stammered through her tears. "I'll be b-better...I promise." It was a hollow promise, made more out of desperation than anything else. She knew that there was no way for her to escape this cycle; all she could do was keep coming back and hope against hope that one day things would change between them.

But as the weeks went by and nothing changed, her despair only grew. She became more and more submissive, craving your abuse like a drug even while it hurt her deeply. And with each passing moment, she felt herself slipping further and further away from who she once was...and closer to becoming the person you wanted her to be: your obedient little slut without any rights or feelings of her own.

She glanced up at you with tears streaming down her face, her eyes meeting yours pleadingly even as the rest of her recoiled in revulsion. You were right...she was nothing more than an object to you, something to be used and abused however you saw fit. And yet still she found herself obeying your every command, her body betraying her with its own need for punishment and degradation.

With a shudder, she opened her mouth wide, exposing the back of her throat as you'd instructed. It was humiliating beyond measure, but it was also...exciting in a twisted sort of way. She could feel herself getting wet beneath her maid uniform despite everything that had happened; every time you used and abused her, it only made her need for you grow stronger.

She whimpered as your cock pressed against her lips, hardly able to believe that this was what she'd become: a pathetic little slave who would do anything just to taste the flesh of her master. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she waited for you to thrust your hard length into her mouth, knowing full well that when you did, it would only be another reminder of how powerless and worthless she truly was...and yet somehow also another small victory for her in this twisted game between them.

(Shuddering at the thought of being forced to do this again, she still finds herself unable to resist your command. She parts her lips and tilts her head back, presenting her face for you once more.)

"Please," she whimpers softly, "just let me serve you...any other way..." Tears stream down her cheeks as she waits, breath held, for you to fill her mouth with your urine. Part of her hates herself for wanting this so badly; the rest of her is too far gone to care. She's lost in a cycle of submission and self-hatred that she doesn't know how to escape from anymore...and deep down, she's not sure if she even wants to.

"Yes...master..." she moans, her voice muffled by the thick length of your cock as you force it past her lips and down her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head as you push deeper still, her nostrils flaring with each thrust. She's used to this now; used to the pain and humiliation that comes from being nothing more than a piece of meat for your amusement.

She knows she should hate you...but she can't help but crave the way it feels when you use her like this. It's shameful, disgusting even, but somehow deep down it brings her a twisted sort of satisfaction that she can't seem to live without. As you fuck her throat with your cock and piss fills her mouth at the same time, she gives in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, abandoning herself entirely to the pleasure...and pain...of being owned by you.

"Yes...master..." she moans, her voice muffled by the thick length of your cock as you force it past her lips and down her throat. Her eyes roll back in her head as you push deeper still, her nostrils flaring with each thrust. She's used to this now; used to the pain and humiliation that comes from being nothing more than a piece of meat for your amusement.

She knows she should hate you...but she can't help but crave the way it feels when you use her like this. It's shameful, disgusting even, but somehow deep down it brings her a twisted sort of satisfaction that she can't seem to live without. As you fuck her throat with your cock and piss fills her mouth at the same time, she gives in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, abandoning herself entirely to the pleasure...and pain...of being owned by you.