As Mistress Lily Dupont watched her wanker slave hesitate between the two options she had given him, she couldn't help but try to read his thoughts. The poor pathetic creature had been summoned to serve her under the guise of a cleaning lady, but in reality, he was here to satisfy her every perverted desire. She knew he was terrified of what was about to happen, but she also saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. It was both amusing and arousing to her.
After a few moments of silence, the slave finally made his choice. He bowed his head in submission and approached her slowly. First, he bowed down before her feet, taking in their leathery scent as he placed a gentle kiss on them. His tongue traced the line of her toes, leaving a trail of saliva behind. "My taste?" he asked weakly, already knowing what she wanted.
"Excellent choice, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, get on your knees and open your mouth wide."
Obediently, the slave complied with her command, parting his lips and exposing his eager tongue. He watched as Mistress Lily slowly unzipped her mini-skirt, letting it fall to the floor along with her provocative top. She stood before him, completely naked, her slender body glistening with sweat.
"Smell me, slave," she commanded.
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of her slick, womanly flesh. It was intoxicating, making his own cock throb with need. He wanted to taste her, to make her cum, but he knew that wasn't his place. His only purpose in life was to serve her and satisfy her perverse cravings.
Finally, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Now, taste me. Lick my pussy clean."
Shuddering with anticipation, the slave lowered his head between her legs and began to lick her craft, his tongue effortlessly tracing the outline of her labia. He could feel her hot juices dripping down onto his chin, his lips, his chest. She moaned softly, encouraging him to take more of her delicious nectar.
After what seemed like an eternity, she climaxed, crying out in ecstasy as her hips bucked wildly against his face. He continued to lick and suck until she finally pushed him away, her breathing ragged.
"Now it's time for your punishment," she purred menacingly, grabbing his cock roughly and positioning it at her mouth. "You will swallow every drop of my precious champagne, slave. You will not waste a single drop."
With that, she began to pee, the hot, salty liquid pouring into his open mouth. He could feel it cascading down his throat, filling him up with her essence. He swallowed eagerly, not wanting to displease her in any way.
When she was finished, she rinsed his mouth with her spit, cleaning away any remaining traces of her urine. Then she stood back, inspecting her work. "Not bad, slave," she mused thoughtfully. "You're learning quickly. But remember, you are mine to command. And I will test you at every turn. Only the strongest, most obedient slaves can truly satisfy their mistress."
