Leaning against the railing of her spacious balcony, Madame Ellen took a deep breath of the salty sea air. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting its warm rays upon her pale skin as she basked in the tranquility of the moment. Clad only in a black lace bra and thong, she felt the slight breeze caress her body, sending shivers down her spine.
Her gaze fell upon you, kneeling below her on the floor, your eyesFixed on hers, waiting for her every command. She loved the power she held over you - the way you would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved or degrading.
"Good boy," she purred, delighted by your eagerness. "I made you your lunch, this time on the balcony. You get your fresh German vegetarian Mistress Sausage." With a mocking smile, she held up a plate filled with her homemade sausages, "But before, you have to lick up my spit from the floor and drink ma pee."
She watched as your eyes darted between the sausages and her face, torn between anticipation and apprehension. "So, listen to what I have to tell you, then come closer and eat my shit," she instructed, her voice dripping with seduction.
You hesitated for a moment before scooting closer, your tongue darting out to taste the floor. Slowly, you licked up every drop of her saliva, relishing in the taste of her mouth. As you finished, you looked up at her, your eyes pleading for approval.
Madame Ellen smiled satisfactorily. "That's a good boy." She stepped closer, towering over you as she took the plate from her hand, her soft breasts grazing against your cheek. Her scent - a mix of sweat, excitement, and arousal - enveloped you, making your cock twitch in anticipation.
"Now, open wide," she commanded, thrusting the plate towards your face. You eagerly obliged, your mouth watering at the sight of the sausages she had so lovingly prepared. As you bit into the first one, your taste buds exploded with flavor - it tasted just as amazing as she had promised.
As you chewed and swallowed, she moved behind you, her warm hands gently massaging your shoulders. A moment later, she reached around, her fingers finding their way into your eager mouth. "Swallow my finger clean," she ordered with a husky voice.
Obediently, you opened your mouth wide, allowing her finger to slide down your throat. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned in delight. She laughed softly before stepping away.
Your heart raced as you finished the last bite of sausage, eager for more of her delicious cooking. But to your surprise, she didn't move at first; instead, she stood there, watching you with a smile playing on her lips.
"Mistress, may I have seconds?" you asked meekly, hoping she would agree. The anticipation was killing you.
Slowly, she walked back to her plate, picking up another sausage with her finger and holding it out to you. "You may," she purred, her voice almost sing-song.
You nodded gratefully before closing your mouth around her finger once again. This time, however, she didn't stop there. Instead, she began to gently push your head down towards the floor. Your brain told you not to do it - that you didn't want to drink her piss - but your body was helpless against her command.
As your lips touched the cold surface of the floor, she smiled triumphantly. "Drink," she ordered in a low voice. You opened your mouth, tasting the remnants of her saliva on the floor. You knew this was just the beginning - that her piss would follow. And yet, you didn't hesitate for a moment.
As you drank, her fingers tangling in your hair, you felt a warm stream trickle down your throat. At first, it was bitter and unpleasant, but you forced yourself to swallow, knowing that it was the only way to please her.
Finally, she pulled her hand away, and you collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. You looked up at her, feeling a strange mix of pride and shame. But then, you saw the smile on her face, and you knew that this was what you wanted - to be her personal toilet, to do her bidding no matter how degrading or humiliating.
And so, you waited patiently for her next command, eager for the chance to serve her once again.
