Cruel Mistress Amira Forces Slave to Cum in Time or Swallow Piss
Amira, a beautiful and dominant mistress, stood before her trembling submissive wearing nothing but a pair of black thong panties. She held a stopwatch in her hand, the dial spinning steadily as she eyed her slave. He knelt before her, his eyes trained on the floor as he tried to contain his arousal.
"Cum for me," she commanded, her voice echoing through the room. The slave trembled in anticipation of her command, his body ablaze with need. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy his mistress and earn her pleasure.
"Now," she growled, raising the stopwatch to his face. He could see the seconds ticking by, each one bringing him closer to his climax. It was clear that Amira expected nothing less than perfection from her slave.
Unfortunately for the slave, he was unable to control his body's response to his mistress's orders. As the seconds on the stopwatch dwindled down, he felt himself begin to cum without warning. A small groan escaped his lips as he released his load onto the floor between Amira's shapely legs.
The mistress's eyes narrowed in anger. Clearly, this wasn't going to be enough for her tonight. She walked over to a nearby toilet and positioned herself over it, her ass hovering just above the rim. "Now, you're going to swallow every drop of piss I give you," she ordered coldly.
The slave reluctantly moved closer, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting his cruel mistress's nectar. As she lowered herself slowly onto the toilet seat, he could see streams of golden piss trickling from between her tightly clenched buttocks.
Without hesitation, he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide. Amira let out a scornful laugh as he began to greedily lap up her piss like a loyal dog. She watched as he struggled to swallow each gulp, his face contorting with disgust and desire.
Finally, satisfied that her slave had been properly punished and humiliated, Amira stood up and stepped away from the toilet. She turned back towards him, her eyes cold and hard. "Next time, you'll do better," she warned, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The slave remained kneeling on the floor, his mouth still filled with the taste of his mistress's piss. He knew that he had failed her once again, but he also knew that he would do anything to please her – even if it meant enduring her cruel punishments.
