Lady Shay stepped out of her luxurious bathroom, a content smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the grandiose mansion that was her home. She wasn't alone, though; a young man kneeled at her feet, his eyes locked onto her perfect ass, which glistened with moisture. He couldn't help but stare hungrily as he mouthed the words "I want to taste your piss, mistress."
Chuckling softly, Lady Shay knelt down in front of him, her breath tickling his ears. "You have been a good boy today, haven't you?" she purred, running a slender finger through the puddle of drool forming on the floor. The young man nodded eagerly, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "Then you shall have your reward," she said, her eyes flickering with excitement.
Standing up, Lady Shay sauntered over to her spacious bathroom, past a large, regal-looking golden throne that dominated one corner of the room. She disappeared into the bathroom, and the young man heard the sound of running water. Minutes later, she emerged again, a look of pure bliss on her face as she placed a crystal glass filled to the brim with her piss on the floor in front of him.
Kneeling back down, Lady Shay looked down at him, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "Drink it all," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. The young man gulped audibly, but didn't dare disobey. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to the glass, his tongue darting out to taste the warm, sweet nectar. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before, and he found himself loving every moment of it.
When the glass was finally empty, Lady Shay nodded in approval. "Good boy," she purred, running a hand through his hair before standing up once more. She sauntered over to the toilet and lowered herself gracefully onto the seat, her perfect ass hovering just above the water. "Now it's time for the real treat, my toilet slut," she whispered, her voice hushed yet filled with anticipation.
The young man felt a stirring in his pants as he moved closer, leaning in eagerly as he watched his mistress squat down over the toilet bowl. He could see her pussy, glistening with moisture, mere inches from his face. His heart raced as he watched the stream of piss spurt out of her, falling into the water below with a loud splash.
Without hesitation, the young man leaned in, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his mistress's pussy as he lapped up her piss like a hungry dog. He could feel her shudder beneath him, and heard her moan softly as she pressed her hand against the back of his head, urging him on.
Minutes later, Lady Shay started to push, her pussy spurting a fountain of piss that soaked both of them. The young man didn't hesitate, eagerly drinking it all up, every last drop. When she finally stood up, Lady Shay surveyed her toilet bitch with satisfaction. "You are such a good boy," she purred, reaching down to help him up.
She led him over to her throne, where she sat down, a playful glint in her eyes. "Now you can show me just how much of a toilet slut you really are," she commanded, her voice a low purr. The young man knelt down between her legs, lowering his face once more towards her pussy. As he presses his tongue against her, he could feel her walls pulsing with pleasure, and he knew that he had truly earned his place as her toilet bitch.
