MISTRESS ISABELLA - 182.1 PEE Mistress Isabellas servant
Mistress Isabellas servant, Coccorocco, had been on his knees, waiting patiently for his mistress. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the cold floor. He could feel a nervous energy coursing through his veins as he thought about what his mistress might have in store for him today.
Suddenly, the door opened, and there she was - Mistress Isabella, looking more commanding than ever. She was wearing a black latex catsuit that hugged her body tightly, accentuating every curve. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she approached him, her high heels clicking against the floor.
"Stand up, slave," she commanded, her voice echoing off the walls. Coccorocco slowly rose to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. "You are about to experience a very special treatment today."
As she spoke, Mistress Isabella slowly began to undress, revealing more of her body with each layer she removed. Coccorocco's eyes widened in amazement at the sight of her perfect figure. He could see that she was aroused, her nipples standing tall and hard under the thin fabric of her bra.
Then, without warning, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the bed. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but tremble in anticipation. She pushed him down onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud.
"Now, I want you to prepare yourself for my pee," she said, her voice low and threatening. She straddled him, her legs opening wide. For a moment, Coccorocco thought he might be able to escape this part of their session, but then he felt the warm, wet sensation as Mistress Isabella began to urinate on him.
The pee hit his face and chest, causing him to gasp in shock. He could feel it soaking into his clothes, making them cling uncomfortably to his skin. But strangely, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure as well.
Mistress Isabella leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "You like this, don't you, slave?" She asked. He nodded, unable to speak. "Good boy." She purred, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face into her crotch. "Now, lick me clean."
As he began to lick and suckle at her wet pussy, Mistress Isabella continued to urinate on him, filling him with her warm, golden nectar. It was a strange feeling, but also strangely arousing. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, despite the humiliating nature of it all.
After what felt like an eternity, Mistress Isabella finally finished. She stood up, wiping off her legs with a towel that was conveniently placed nearby. "Very good, slave," she said, smirking down at him. "Now get yourself cleaned up."
With that, she left the room, leaving Coccorocco to clean up the mess she had made. But even as he felt dirty and used, there was a part of him that couldn't help but crave more of her twisted brand of pleasure. He knew that he would willingly submit to her again and again, no matter how humiliating the experience might be.
