Mistress Miss Lith stepped into the dungeon, her stunning latex outfit hugging every curve of her perfect body. She gazed down at Slave Maz Morbid, who knelt before her, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
"Kneel before me, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. Maz immediately complied, pressing his head towards the floor as he sensed the dominance emanating from every inch of her being.
With a wicked grin, Mistress Miss Lith lowered her shapely legs, spreading them wide apart to reveal her luscious pussy coated in a glistening sheen of arousal. "Open wide, piss pig," she ordered, hiking up her skirt to expose her golden showers.
Maz gulped as he saw the stream of urine forming at the head of her pussy. His mouth watered uncontrollably as she began to issue her command. It was time for his ultimate degradation.
"Drink," she hissed, the word leaving her lips as a terse order. Maz's panting grew heavier as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out towards the stream of piss as it began to fall onto his face.
With a burst of power, Mistress Miss Lith released her golden shower, aiming it directly at Maz's gaping mouth. The slave choked on the force of her urine, but managed to catch most of it, swirling it around his tongue and savoring the bitter-sweet taste.
"Drink every drop, you pathetic creature," Mistress Miss Lith growled, her fist slamming down onto the dungeon tub beside him. "I want to see that cock of yours throbbing with desire."
Despite the humiliation coursing through him, Maz could feel his cock beginning to stir beneath his bonds. He wanted his Mistress so badly, even as she continued to degrade him with her golden nectar.
"That's it, slave," she purred, turning her attention back to her piss funnel. "Drink my piss and beg for more."
With each long, slow stroke of her hips, Mistress Miss Lith sent a fresh wave of piss cascading over Maz's face, down his throat, and onto his aching cock. He could feel his limit approaching, but he knew better than to disobey her.
"Please, Mistress," he moaned, his voice muffled by her awakening waters. "More."
Mistress Miss Lith laughed, the sound echoing through the dungeon as she reached down and grabbed hold of Maz's hair. Pulling his face closer to her pussy, she let loose another str
