DPproductions - Making use of toilet Ben - Miss Honour May - MP4 4K Ultra HD

Miss Honour May, a dominatrix known for her love of humiliation and urine, had found the perfect way to use her slave, Toilet Ben. She had him tied upside down, resting against the back of a trailer, his limbs spread wide and vulnerable. With a smirk on her face, she climbed up on the trailer, her high heels clicking against the metal grate. "Piss all over your own face, slave," she ordered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's what you're here for, isn't it?" Toilet Ben knew that this was true. He was here because of his deepest, darkest scat fetish, which involved being humiliated and used by women like Miss Honour May. He began to pee, small streams of urine flowing down his belly and chest. The warmth of his own piss seeping into his skin only heightened his arousal. "That's it, slave," Miss Honour May said, her eyes glittering with amusement. "I love watching you pee on yourself." She reached down and grabbed his little willy, shaking it gently so that the drops of urine dripped onto his face. He whimpered softly in response, his cock beginning to harden beneath her hand. "You're such a pathetic excuse for a man," she jeered, her fingers tracing along the line of his jaw and onto his chin. "I'm going to cum all over your face, just to show you how worthless you really are." With that, she bent over, her skirt billowing up around her waist, and began masturbating vigorously. Her eyes never left his, watching eagerly as he lay there, covered in his own piss and awaiting her climax. And then it happened: with a gasp, she orgasmed, her pussy pulsing around her fingers as she squirted her hot, sticky cum all over his face. "Yes!" she cried out, her hips jerking rhythmically. "That's it, slave! Cum for me!" And with those words, she collapsed onto him, her weight pinning him down as her juices dripped steadily onto his face and into his mouth. She was breathing heavily now, her chest rising and falling beneath him, and for a moment he felt like she was actually going to stay like this forever. But of course, that wouldn't do. This was a lesson that needed to be driven home: that he was nothing but a worthless toy to be used and abused at her whim. So, with one final shove, she pushed herself upright, leaving him there, drenched in both his own piss and her cum. "Good boy," she said, her voice now quiet and almost soothing. "That's what I want to see." With that, she walked away, leaving him there, alone with his thoughts and his messy, sticky body. And yet, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Because in that moment, he knew that he belonged to her, body and soul.