Scat and Piss Femdom: 2018 Piss Party 02
The Scat and Piss Femdom's 2018 Piss Party 02 was an event to remember. Six stunning dominatrixes, each one more intimidating than the last, arrived at the dank dungeon ready to indulge their lust for humiliation. Their slave, trembling with fear yet buckling under the thrill of anticipation, awaited his turn to be subjected to the ultimate humiliation: having his mouth filled with piss from six different women.
The party began as the first dominatrix approached the trembling slave, her stilettos clicking against the cold stone floor. She was clad in black latex, her body adorned with intricate tattoos that seemed to writhe under her skin. With a sneer, she unzipped her pants and lowered her bare ass towards the slave's face. "Smell my ass," she hissed, the putrid smell of stale sweat and unwashed flesh filling the air. The slave hesitated for a moment before taking a slow, deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he tried not to gag.
The second dominatrix, a tall, statuesque woman clad in leather, approached next. Her eyes were cold as she stared down at the writhing slave beneath her feet. She too, lowered her pants, revealing a hairy, pussy-covered mound. "Lick my pussy," she commanded, her voice echoing through the dungeon like a death knell. With tears streaming down his face, the slave obeyed, his tongue darting out to explore the foreign terrain of her crotch.
One by one, the dominatrixes took their turn humiliating the slave. There was the petite brunette in lacy lingerie, her small, delicate hand pressing his face into her pussy as she giggled cruelly. The large woman in a leopard-print bikini who spat on him before demanding he clean it off with his tongue. And finally, the dominatrix in the sparkling dress, her long blonde hair cascading down her back as she emptied her bladder directly into his open mouth.
As the party wound down, the slave lay there, a puddle of his own urine and piss surrounding him. He felt used, humiliated, and yet oddly euphoric. The dominatrixes gathered around him, exchanging laughter and high-fives, their work done for the night. And as they left, the slave could only wonder when the next party would begin.
