Rosella's day had been filled with excitement and anticipation. As a devoted slave to his Mistress Tina, he had been yearning for this moment for quite some time. She had demanded his presence in her luxurious bathroom, and he couldn't contain his eagerness to please her. His heart raced as he knelt before her, his gaze fixed on the floor in reverence.
"Look at me, slut," she purred, her voice heavy with authority. He slowly raised his head to meet her piercing blue eyes. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, framing her porcelain-white face. She wore a loose-fitting pink silk robe, the belt tied tightly around her waist, accentuating her feminine curves.
"You have been a good slave," she continued, running her fingers through his soft, chestnut locks. "And for your efforts, I will reward you handsomely." She nodded towards the golden toilet seat in front of him. It was encrusted with precious gems, and he couldn't help but wonder what sacred task he would be performing next.
Mistress Tina began to undress, revealing her voluptuous figure underneath. Her full breasts swayed gently as she moved, casting shadows over his upturned face. She discarded her robe on the marble floor, standing naked before him. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, a testament to her power and beauty.
Without further ado, she sat down on the golden throne, spreading her legs wide. "Drink my pee, slave," she commanded, lifting her perfectly shaved pussy to his face. He inhaled her alluring scent, his mouth watering uncontrollably. Kneeling between her legs, he pressed his lips against her pristine folds, tasting her sweet nectar.
He lapped at her like a thirsty animal, cleaning every inch of her folds with eager strokes of his tongue. She groaned softly, her hips undulating as she became lost in the pleasure. When he felt her walls contract around his tongue, signaling that she had released, he looked up at her for further instructions.
Her eyes flashed with lust as she beckoned him to stand. "Rotten pig, drink every drop," she growled, stepping off the golden seat. She stood before him, nude and glorious, her pee still flowing from her perfection. He opened his mouth, eager to be her vessel. She positioned herself above him and emptied her bladder directly into his waiting mouth.
The warm, pungent liquid filled him to the brim, coating his tongue and teeth with her essence. His cock, already hard from anticipation, stood straighter under her gaze. "That's a good boy," she purred, watching as he finished swallowing every drop she had to offer.
"Now, it's my turn," she said, straddling him in one swift motion. She sat down on his face, her soft, supple butthole hovering inches from his lips. "You know what to do," she whispered in his ear, grinding her hips against his face.
His hands automatically found their place, reaching up to grip her plump ass cheeks. "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, licking her tight entrance. He pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her tight hole as she tossed her head back, her moans filling the air. He felt her walls clench around his fingers, signaling her upcoming climax.
Without warning, she pushed him face-first into the golden toilet seat. He felt her hot piss cascade over his head, soaking his hair and face. The sensation was overwhelming, both humiliating and exhilarating. He felt himself getting hard despite the warm stream of urine pouring over him.
"Swallow, pig," she commanded, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. He groaned as he felt her fingers glide over his sensitive flesh, rubbing the pre-cum from his tip. She milked him, teasing and taunting him with each stroke until he could take no more.
Just as he was about to erupt, she stopped, withdrawing her hand from his cock. She placed her curled fingers in front of him, signalling for him to open his mouth. He did as he was told, eager to taste his own seed mixed with his Mistress's piss. He swallowed every drop, savoring the tangy flavor that lingered on his tongue.
She finally released him from the stream, standing tall and imperious once again. "Clean up," she ordered, gesturing to the toilet. He got on his hands and knees, lapping up every last drop of their mixture before climbing back onto the golden seat.
As he knelt there, panting heavily, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He felt used and humiliated, but she was all he desired. His body ached for the next task she would demand of him, knowing full well that he would perform it eagerly. He glanced up at her, awaiting her next command, his eyes glistening with unshed tears of joy.
