Roxy, a dominant mistress known for her love of scat and piss play, had been enjoying a session with her slave. The shooting was over, and she felt satisfied with the meanness she had inflicted upon her slave. As she stood up, a mischievous smile spread across her face. She casually unzipped her leggings and pulled down her panties, exposing her wet, piss-soaked pussy to the helpless slave below her.
"Look at all that mess you've made, slave," she purred, leaning down to tease him with her barely-contained delight. "Time for you to clean it up."
The slave trembled in anticipation as she approached, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. With a wicked grin, Roxy stuck her fingers deep into her soaked cunt, scooping out some of her piss and then dragging them across his quivering lips. He opened his mouth instinctively, eager to please his mistress despite the disgusting taste that overwhelmed him.
Next, Roxy knelt down and positioned her piss-soaked pussy directly over his mouth, relishing the sight of his ignorant grin as he realized what was about to happen. "Drink, slave," she commanded, holding his chin firmly in place. "Drink every drop of your mistress's piss."
Obediently, the slave closed his eyes and leaned into the unfamiliar taste of warm, human urine. He could feel it flowing down his throat as she emptied herself into him, her piss dribbling uncontrollably onto his face. The sensation was both repulsive and arousing, a testament to his submission and his mistress's complete control over him.
Finally, Roxy pulled away, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She leaned down again and pressed her fingers against his throat, massaging it gently but firmly. "Now," she said huskily, "I'm going to make you almost vomit."
With that, she pushed her fingers deeper into his throat, forcing him to gag and choke on the saliva that had built up inside him. He tried to resist but couldn't, his body betraying his will as it succumbed to hers. He could feel the familiar ache growing in his abdomen, and he knew what was coming next.
"Puke for your mistress," she commanded, her voice thick with anticipation. "Puke all that saliva out. You can't disobey your mistress."
Reluctantly, the slave began to vomit, the taste of his own bile mixing with the remnants of Roxy's piss and filling the air with a nauseating stench. But even in his misery, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at the knowledge that he was wholly owned by his mistress, body and soul.
