Mistress Isabella held her phone in front of her and watched the scenes unfold on the screen. It was evident that the person recording was filming her long-time slave, Jordan. He was kneeling on the cold bathroom floor dressed only in a short schoolboy uniform skirt and a black leotard. Mistress Isabella could see from the trembling of his hands that he was terrified, yet there was also an undeniable sense of devotion in his eyes as he looked up at her.
She moved closer to the camera and whispered softly, "Are you ready for this, my little toilet slave?" Slowly, she unbuttoned her pants and slid them and her silk panties down to her ankles, exposing her perfectly sculpted ass. "Open wide," she commanded, and Jordan immediately dropped to his belly and stuck out his trembling tongue.
With a cold smirk, Mistress Isabella positioned herself above him, her tight ass hovering inches from his lips. She let out a deep, satisfied sigh as she felt the warm breath coming from him. "Suck on my asshole, baby," she purred, and Jordan hesitated for a moment before gingerly placing his lips around her rim. He began to suck softly, his tongue darting out to explore her tight entrance.
As he worked his tongue in and out of her asshole, Mistress Isabella closed her eyes and savored the feeling of his mouth on her most intimate part. It was a power play she loved, knowing she had complete control over him. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and roughly pulled him closer, moaning louder as she felt him lap at her ass.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. With a powerful thrust, she pushed her asshole onto his face, engulfing his entire mouth and nose. "Swallow it all, slave," she growled, releasing a hot stream of piss directly into his open mouth. Jordon's gag reflex kicked in, but he forced himself to keep swallowing as he felt the warm liquid filling up his mouth and running down his throat.
Mistress Isabella continued to piss onto his face, enjoying the look of disgust and desperation on his face. When she finally finished, she stepped back, a wicked grin spread across her face. "Not bad for a first time," she said, zipping up her pants and walking out of the bathroom.
Jordan remained on the floor, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, as he tried to breathe through his nose. The taste of piss lingered in his mouth, but there was also a strange sense of satisfaction deep down inside of him. He knew this was just the beginning, and he was willing to endure everything if it meant pleasing his Mistress Isabella.
