Mistress Sabina stood before the bathroom mirror, admiring her reflection as she poised a flute of iced Champagne beneath her chin. Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she slowly lowered the glass, allowing just the tip of her tongue to dance across the rim before drawing back with a satisfying gurgle. She savored the cool, crisp liquid as it flowed down her throat, feeling it spread warmth through her veins.
The sound of the door opening caught her attention, and she turned to see her eager slave kneeling before her. Dressed in nothing but a pair of black leather trousers that hugged his muscular form tightly, he knelt at her feet, his eyes locked on the luxurious bubbles clinging to her plump bottom lip. She held out the empty flute to him, and he quickly stepped forward to take it from her, his nose filling with the Headstrong aroma of fine wine.
Mistress Sabina watched as he lowered himself to his knees on the cool marble floor, leaning forward until his face was just inches from the toilet seat. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she deftly removed his collar then pulled away the flush lever, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.
She lifted her skirt slightly, giving him a teasing glimpse of her shapely behind, before climbing onto the toilet seat. She carefully positioned herself over the bowl, adjusting her stance so that her pussy was inches from his eager mouth. She felt his warm breath on her wet folds, and she smiled, knowing that he couldn't resist tasting her.
Slowly, she sank, dripping, onto his face. The cool water from the stream she'd just pissed set off a shiver of pleasure within her, and she enjoyed the feeling of his hot breath on her most intimate parts. She began to grind her hips against his face, her pussy pulsing with Need.
With one hand, she reached down to grab his hair, pulling his head closer to her throbbing sex. The other hand held the flute, now full of her precious Champagne, ready to drench him. She watched with a mixture of curiosity and excitement as he lowered his head, feeling his warm breath caress her folds once more.
Then, with a commanding thrust of her hips, she pushed him deeper into the water, feeling him gasp as the cool liquid rushed into his mouth. She watched intently as he started to swallow, feeling the warmth grow inside of her as he drained the last drops of her precious nectar.
Satisfied, she leaned back against the cool tile, her heart racing from the rush of power and pleasure that surged through her veins. She watched him, transfixed, as he lifted his head, his face shining with a mix of her juices and the water from the toilet. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and Need, and she felt a thrill course through her as she realized that she held all the power.
Mistress Sabina reached down, grabbing his chin between her thumb and forefinger, pulling him up to meet her gaze. "Now," she purred, "let's see what else you can do with that mouth of yours." And with that, she led him away, her leather-clad ass swaying enticingly before him.
