Brazilian Scat Mistress - Piss in mouth with a funnel

Brazilian Scat Mistress: Pissing in mouth with a funnel

Mistress Eve, a beautiful Brazilian woman with an extraordinary dominatrix presence, sat on her golden throne. Her long, wavy black hair cascaded down over one shoulder as she stared at her slave with a predatory gaze. The room was dimly lit, casting an indulgent glow upon Mistress Eve's perfect body and the filth she was about to unleash. "You pathetic creature," she hissed, her ruby red lips curling into a sneer. "You want to be my urine receptacle, don't you?"

The slave, trembling with anticipation and fear, could only nod his head in obedience. He knew better than to speak when addressed by his Mistress. She reached behind her and produced a clear plastic funnel. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice taking on a deeper, huskier tone that sent shivers down the slave's spine. Obeying without hesitation, he parted his lips, revealing his gaping maw. Mistress Eve slowly lowered the funnel into his mouth, filling his entire being with its cold, unyielding presence.

She stood up from her golden throne and strolled over to a large crystal container filled with her own urine. Slowly, deliberately, she removed her panties, revealing her smooth, supple buttocks adorned with a delicate black lace thong. She teased him for what felt like an eternity before finally straddling him, her wet pussy mere inches from his face. With a mischievous smile, she lowered her panty-clad crotch onto the slave's face, grinding down hard onto his nose and mouth.

Mistress Eve began to pee, the warm, amber liquid flowing steadily down her leg and into the slave's wide-open mouth. The sensation of her hot piss cascading over his tongue was almost too much for him to bear. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, she pulled the funnel out of his mouth and replaced it with her wet, panty-covered pussy. He felt the rush of water against his face, the stinging sensation as some drops of her pee found their way into his eyes. It was sublime torture, and he loved every second of it.

When Mistress Eve finally released his face from her steamy crotch, she stepped back, surveying her helpless slave. He sat there, drowning in a pool of his own filth, his mouth and nose filled with the heady scent of piss and clothing. "You pathetic creature," she repeated, her words dripping with contempt. And yet, there was an underlying current of satisfaction, of power, that resonated through her every word and action. The slave could only nod his head in agreement, knowing that this was his true purpose, his ultimate desire - to be reduced to nothing more than a vessel for his Mistress's worst indulgences.