As Lady Alysha prepared for her day, she noticed her slave boy standing in the corner of her room, his eyes fixed on her every move. She smiled to herself, knowing he was as entranced by her as she was by the power she held over him.
"Come here, slave," she commanded, her voice soft and sultry like warm honey. The slave boy stepped forward hesitantly, his heart racing in anticipation of what she might ask of him next.
"Today," she began, straddling him so that their bodies were nearly touching, "I feel like playing some naughty piss games with you." She leaned in close enough for him to feel her breath on his cheek, her lips curling into a wicked smirk.
The slave's cock stirred beneath him as he tried to process what she was suggesting. He had never played piss games before, but he trusted his mistress entirely - even if it meant pushing him further into his boundaries.
Without further prompting, Lady Alysha reached down between them and grasped his growing member firmly in her hand. She stroked him slowly at first, letting her wetness coat every inch of his shaft, before speeding up her motions until he was moaning in pleasure.
Then, without warning, she pulled her hand away and began positioning his cock so that it was pointing toward her wet pussy. "Pray to me, slave," she whispered against his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. "Pray to your mistress as you fill me with your hot cum."
As he hung there, helplessly aroused but still unsure what she would ask him to do next, she leaned back slightly and lowered her pussy carefully over his throbbing cock. There was a moment where they both held their breath as their bodies connected intimately like this for the first time - then she began lowering herself slowly onto him.
The sensation was intense; raw power coursing through both their bodies as they became one. Once she was fully impaled on him, Lady Alysha leaned forward again so that they were chest-to-chest. She wrapped her soft arms around him and whispered into his ear once more: "Now, slave...look at me while you fuck your mistress with your cum."
Her eyes met his in the mirror as she pushed him down onto the floor and positioned herself above him, her legs spread wide open in invitation. Immediately, his lips found her wet folds, and he began lapping at her pussy with eager strokes of his tongue.
"That's it, slave boy," she purred, her hips grinding against his face as he tasted her for the first time. "Drink my piss, too."
At first, the thought repulsed him - but as she lowered herself over him with her legs shaking delicately, he could feel her warm piss dripping down onto his chin. Tentatively, he opened his mouth and allowed some of her urine to fill his mouth. The taste was strange, but strangely arousing.
As Lady Alysha rode his face, her pussy clenching tightly around his tongue and her hips grinding against his cheeks, he found himself lost in the sensations. He welcomed her piss into his mouth greedily, eager to please her in any way he could.
Finally, she climaxed hard, crying out his name as her body shook with pleasure. She collapsed onto him, her soft breasts heaving against his chest as she caught her breath. For a moment, they stayed locked in an embrace, their hearts beating wildly in time with each other.
Slowly, Lady Alysha disentangled herself from him, giggling as she shook off the last residue of her orgasm. "That was...unexpectedly amazing," she said, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Let's see if we can find some new kinky games for me to play with you, shall we?"
