Mistress BlackDiamoond stood before her sissy boy, clad in nothing but black lace lingerie that barely covered her shapely curves. She eyed him up and down, taking in his submissive pose. Today, she was feeling particularly cruel, and had decided to give him the gift of her golden shower.
"Spread your legs, sissy," she commanded, her voice calm but authoritative. As he obeyed, she leaned down and pressed her perfect, supple body against him. He could feel the heat from her skin as she pressed her wet, hot pussy against his shaft, teasing him mercilessly.
"You want my piss, don't you, sissy?" she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "You're so desperate for it."
She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, holding him in place as she positioned herself closer. He couldn't believe his luck when he felt the first warm drops of her urine hit his face. His eyes widened in shock and pleasure as she began to pee all over him, her stream strong and steady.
"You love this, don't you?" She laughed wickedly as she continued to piss all over him. "You're such a disgusting sissy, begging for my dirty piss like a junkie."
She stepped back and ordered him to grab his cock, already rock hard in anticipation of what was to come. She watched him struggle to do as she commanded, enjoying the sight of his naked body trembling with excitement and fear.
"That's it," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave as she gazed upon him. She reached behind her and unhooked her g-string, letting it fall to the ground. "Now, open your mouth."
Her sissy boy obeyed without hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to empty her bladder down his throat. He could feel her warmth on his face, her sweet scent filling his nostrils as she teased him once again before finally giving the order he had been longing for.
"Drink my piss, sissy," she growled. He opened his mouth wide, feeling the hot, salty liquid hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly but didn't pull away, knowing how much she would enjoy it if he did.
She continued to pour her piss down his throat, filling him up with her essence. He could feel her piss sloshing around in his belly, her power coursing through his veins. She was in control, and he loved it.
Finally, she pulled away, wiping a few stray drops of piss from his chin with a satisfied smile. "That's a good sissy," she purred, taking a step back and admiring her handiwork. Her sissy boy stood before her, trembling, his panties soaked with sweat and piss, his cock still straining against the fabric.
"Now," she said, her voice low and seductive, "it's time for you to clean up this mess."
With that, she turned and left him there, naked and exposed, his mind swirling with the mix of fear, desire, and submission that she so expertly wielded. He knew what he had to do next, and he couldn't wait to beg for more.
