Voyeur= Uman Urinal

Published: July 22, 2025

My friend Scarlet and I found a lovely bench in a garden — perfect for giving our feet a little rest. We sat down with all our natural elegance, chatting and enjoying the moment, completely ignoring the world around us — at least until we noticed him.A man with a strange, almost sneaky air. He stood there grilling meat at his barbecue, but every excuse was good enough to turn around and stare at us shamelessly. His gaze betrayed a mix of embarrassment and craving. We instantly realized exactly what sort of creature we were dealing with: a pathetic fetishist, eager to debase himself just to fuel his filthiest fantasies.So why not have some fun with him?We began to tease him, throwing him scornful looks, venomous words, deliberately showing off our feet he seemed to crave so desperately. We watched him waver, mentally crumble, becoming more and more ridiculous in our eyes.And we kept teasing him, pushing further and further, until he was reduced to nothing.In the end, we turned him into our own human urinal — filthy, abused, completely subjugated. No longer a man, just an object at our feet, good for nothing but catching our disdain and our worst attentions.Only after destroying him did we order him back to his grill.Because now, if he wants even the faintest chance to redeem himself, he’ll have to cook us a proper steak.While we watch — cruel queens, thoroughly entertained by his miserable existence.