Sophie was a stunningly beautiful mistress who had always been intrigued by water sports and more specifically, by her slave's reaction to it. She'd watched him squirm and struggle against his chains whenever she'd indulged in her urges around him, his body responding to the liquid in surprising ways. Today, she decided to take things up a notch. She ordered him into a position where his cock was perfectly positioned to receive the overflow from her bladder after she'd giving him a good, long piss.
She removed her silk robe, revealing a black lace thong that barely contained her fully aroused nipples and shaved pussy. As she slowly lowered herself onto the edge of a marble bath tub, her legs spread wide invitingly, she noticed her slave's eyes following every move she made. A devious gleam sparkled in her bright blue eyes as she positioned herself perfectly, aiming her pussy-mound directly at his throbbing erection. "You're going to get a taste of my sweet nectar, slave," she purred, her voice husky with anticipation.
Without further ado, she released her bladder's pent-up contents onto his helpless cock, watching with delight as his face contorted into a mix of pleasure, pain, and disgust. Hot golden piss cascaded down his shaft, dripping from his ballsacon the tip of his cock. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he felt the warm, salty liquid fill his mouth, nose, and eyes. It was an intense experience for him—partly pleasurable, partly revolting—but he couldn't deny the arousal coursing through his veins.
"You like it, don't you?" she taunted him, grinning wickedly. "Admit it, my little toy."
Her words were enough to break down his defenses, and he nodded weakly, unable to find the strength to speak. She chuckled maliciously and stood up, stepping out of the tub. "Good boy," she said softly before moving behind him, her fingers tracing lightly over his taut skin as they reached around to stroke his ass cheeks gently. "Now, turn around and show me that pretty ass of yours."
Reluctantly, he obeyed, turning around to reveal his bare, rosy bottom cheeks. Sophie smiled and leaned down, kissing each cheek before lightly spanking them. "I think it's time we take things to the next level, don't you?"
Her next move took him by surprise; she sat down on the marble bathroom counter, her long legs straddling his waist just as he'd turned back around. Without further ado, she lowered her wet, pee-soaked pussy onto his face, her warm juices dripping onto his forehead and nose. "Savor the taste, slave," she whispered into his ear before grinding her hips against his mouth.
It was overwhelming for him—the taste and smell were potent, and he couldn't escape the sensation of her wetness engulfing him completely. His tongue tentatively reached out to explore her folds, tasting the essence of her arousal as it trickled down his throat. He could feel the musky scent of her arousal fill his nostrils as she moaned in pleasure above him.
"That's it, slave," she breathed, running her fingers through his hair. "You belong to me now—you'll do anything I want."
As he continued to worship her moist pussy, savoring every drop of her essence, Sophie reached down between their bodies and began jerking off his cock violently, watching as streams of cum splattered against her stomach. The mixed flavors of her pee and herself on his tongue sent shudders of pleasure coursing through him, and soon enough, he felt his own orgasm approach.
With one final thrust, he shot his load onto her stomach while she continued to ride his face, grinding against him in rhythm. She leaned forward, her mouth finding his ear again. "Say thank you, slave," she commanded.
And with tears streaming down his cheeks, he did just that—screaming out his thanks before collapsing in an exhausted heap.
