Fitness partners, Mistress Ezada and I, finish our rigorous workout, left parched and looking for replenishment. We beckon our slave, instructing him to provide us with our water bottles. Upon receiving them, we quickly realize they are empty – a simple task, failed. Disappointed, we decide our slave will not drink from the source he so desires today. Instead, we tease him, tormenting him with the things he will not receive. We bring our sweaty bodies close, yet never close enough for satisfaction. Our slave, a useless, pitiful pervert, deserves every ounce of humiliation we bestow upon him. We relieve ourselves on his caged body, starting with my stream and followed by Mistress Ezada’s. Next time, we will undoubtedly use a more capable slave as our waterboy.