As Mistress Nyx walked towards her chastity slave, her long, lean figure clad in nothing but a sheer black lace body stocking that hugged her every curve tightly, she couldn't help but smile wickedly. The month of locktober, where her slave would remain in chastity, had just begun and already she was itching to tease him with her perverse desires.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she held up a pair of lacy black panties, their delicateconstructure designed to trap moisture against the skin. "These are for you," she purred, grinding her hips suggestively as she approached him. Without another word, she slowly lowered the panties over her own wet pussy, the harsh sound of steel clamping shut echoing through the room as she clipped shut the chastity device encasing his penis.
Kneeling down next to him, Mistress Nyx ran her fingers through his short, unkempt hair thoughtfully before reaching over to press her hand against his forehead. "Your temperature is rising," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned in close. "You're getting desperate for release, aren't you?" There was no mistaking the condescending tone in her voice as she taunted him with his own desire.
Without warning, she stood up, her nimble fingers making quick work of threading a leash through his rings and clamps, pulling him to his feet with an audible snap. As he stumbled after her, helpless in his restraints, he couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading through his crotch. She'd had him wear a thick rubber cock sheath before locking him away for the month; every drop of urine that escaped from his body would be trapped against his sensitive skin, amplifying the sensation of desperate need.
With a sly smile, she led him over to a corner of the room and pressed him against the wall, his penis now trapped between their bodies. Slowly, she unzipped her fly and lowered her own panties, allowing her steaming piss to flow freely down her legs and into the rubber puddle already forming at their feet. As she continued to relieve herself, she leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm going to make you cum in 30 seconds," she whispered, her voice an intimate whisper against his skin. "You can thank me now."
With that, she stepped away from him, pussy still soaked with her urine and lifted up her chin, exposing her neck to him. "You can come on my face if you'd like," she purred, arching her back seductively. "Or perhaps you'd rather taste my dirty panties?" The choice was his. All he had to do was decide which torture he wanted to endure for the next thirty seconds.
