Mistress Lily Dupont: The Thrill of Public Pissing
As I stroll through the serene park, my eyes are drawn towards the lush greenery and the clear blue sky. But beneath the peaceful facade, there's an underlying current of excitement coursing through my veins. You see, my name is Mistress Lily Dupont, and I'm not just any woman - I'm a woman with a penchant for transgression. And what could be more transgressive than public pissing?
My slave, on the other hand, isn't enjoying this walk nearly as much as I am. His eyes dart nervously around, constantly scanning the area for potential threats. He knows what's coming next, and he's terrified. He's spent so much time worshipping my perfect body and cleaning up after me that he's lost all sense of privacy. In a way, he's become desensitized to the act of pissing in public. But that doesn't mean he enjoys it.
We come to a secluded area of the park, hidden away from prying eyes. It's perfect. Without saying a word, I unzip my tight black latex dress and step out from behind the bushes. My glistening pussy comes into view, freshly shaved and ready for action. The slave approaches me slowly, his eyes fixed on my wet pussy lips. As he kneels before me, I lean forward and whisper into his ear, "You're about to get a taste of your own medicine."
With that, I lift my delicate latex-clad leg and position my pussy over his face. His nostrils flare as the intoxicating scent of my pussy hits him square in the face. Without warning, I release a torrent of piss directly onto his face. The warm liquid drips down his cheeks, mixing with his saliva and forming a murky puddle at his feet. He tries to look away, but I keep him locked in place with my impossibly long fingernails digging into his skin.
As the pleasure builds inside of me, I can feel my bladder throbbing with every urge to pee. And so, I continue to use my slave as a human toilet, relieving myself of every last drop of pee. My pussy pulses against his face, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. It's intoxicating.
Finally, I'm done. Stepping back, I admire my handiwork - my slave, drenched in my golden nectar. With a satisfied smirk, I zip up my dress and walk away, leaving behind a trail of piss and humiliation. But don't worry, dear slave. I'll be back soon enough to do it all over again.
