As Lady Scarlet, adominant and alluring woman with a penchant for control, she found herself eager to try out her new German-made toilet chair. Biding her time, she relished the thought of filling her slave's mouth with her golden nectar as he lay at her feet, helpless and unable to resist.
She began by gagging him with a special ball that wouldn't allow him to close his mouth, ensuring he'd be forced to take every drop that fell from her body. The anticipation was almost too much as she watched him squirm on the ground, eyes locked on hers as if pleading for release.
Slipping out of her robe, Lady Scarlet revealed her luscious curves clad only in black lace underwear, adding another layer of tension between them. Grabbing hold of the toilet seat and lifting it toward her, she reveled in the cool flushing sound that echoed through the room.
Feeling the weight of her full bladder, she eased herself onto the softly flowing water, instantly finding relief as she emptied her essence into the waiting hole below. It filled her with a sense of power to watch it swirl away beneath her, knowing that soon enough, her slave would be forced to swallow every drop she had given him.
With a mischievous grin, Lady Scarlet directed the flow of her golden nectar right into the slave's open mouth, watching as it overflowed onto his tongue before finally trickling down his chin and onto his exposed throat. Even though he couldn't close his mouth to swallow, he writhed and groaned beneath her, unable to resist the torrent of liquid that filled every inch of his being.
As she emptied herself completely, Lady Scarlet continued to pour more piss into his wide-open mouth, relishing every second of his submission. His eyes pleaded with her for mercy, but she knew the look of one addicted to her nectar. She was his only source of pleasure, his only purpose in life, and she intended to keep him that way as long as she desired.
