Mistress Isabella - 186.2.2 Pissing into Carlotta's mouth
Carlotta was on her knees, her makeup flawless, her long brown hair flowing down her back as she gently kissed Mistress Isabella's bare feet. The room was dark, illuminated only by a small desk lamp, casting soft shadows across the pair of breathtaking women. Mistress Isabella, clad in a black leather catsuit that hugged her curvaceous figure perfectly, smiled down at Carlotta, her full lips painted red like blood. She looked at Carlotta's trembling hands and realized that her sissy was scared.
"Carlotta, you know that when I have to piss," Mistress Isabella began softly, her eyes never leaving Carlotta's, "I can't help but use your mouth." She reached down and gently caressed Carlotta's cheek, her thumb brushing against the perfect lips. "I know it's not what you want, but I need you to understand that you are my sissy and my sissy does whatever Mistress Isabella wants."
Carlotta trembled but nodded obediently, her eyes never leaving Mistress Isabella's. She felt the familiar pressure building in her bladder, the warm liquid filling her up. She knew what was coming, but she couldn't help it.
Mistress Isabella slowly stood up, making sure that Carlotta was still looking at her. Her eyes were filled with both lust and sadism as she pulled her catsuit aside, revealing her perfect round ass covered in a black g-string. She gave it a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the frame. A few moments later, she returned, a stream of golden piss pouring out of her unshaven pussy, landing right in front of Carlotta's face.
"Drink it up, sissy," Mistress Isabella commanded, her voice dripping with honey. "Every drop of my piss is precious and you're going to drink it all." She swayed her hips, making the golden stream sway back and forth, tantalizingly close to Carlotta's lips.
With trembling hands, Carlotta reached out, her lips parting involuntarily. The warm piss splashed against her lips, filling her mouth as she gave a soft moan. Her bladder emptied itself, and she reluctantly released her pee into the pool of warm liquid at Mistress Isabella's feet.
"Good girl," Mistress Isabella purred, grabbing a handful of Carlotta's hair and pulling her head back gently. "Now drink it all up. Every last drop."
Carlotta closed her eyes, feeling the warm liquid slide down her throat, filling her stomach with the taste of her Mistress's piss. She knew this was wrong, but she also knew that she belonged to Mistress Isabella, body and soul. And as long as she was Mistress Isabella's sissy, she would do whatever her Mistress wanted, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may seem.
