FemdomBerlin - Lady Lucy First Time P7

Lady Lucy gazed down at her bound slave. She had collected quite a reputation for her harsh treatment of her slaves, but this one was special. He had proven himself worthy of her attention by enduring the painful torment of the Hot Wax Applications on his nipples. Now it was time for the next step in their intimate journey. With a devious grin, Lady Lucy reached out her manicured finger and pressed it against the corner of his lips, forcing him to open his mouth. She gazed into his eyes, her own exuding with an intense mix of lust and power. "Now," she purred, her voice low and seductive, "it's time to taste what a real mistress can do." As she spoke, Michelle approached from the side, carrying a gleaming glass filled nearly to the brim with her own freshly-pissed urine. Lady Lucy nodded at her, and together they began their perverse ritual. First, they shared a look of anticipation as Michelle brought the glass to the slave's lips. With a gentle push, they parted his lips just enough for the cool liquid to trickle in. He gagged initially at the taste, but as he tasted Michelle's salty essence, a thrill of submission ran through him. He welcomed it, longing for more of their dominance. As the glass neared its end, Lady Lucy took over, slowly pushing it further into his mouth until he was forced to swallow every last drop. The warmth of the liquid combined with her assertive domination left him both aroused and subdued. By the time they finished, he was panting with desire, yet completely under their spell. Michelle handed the glass back to her mistress, who nodded in approval. "Now," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin, "you're ready for me." Without further warning, Lady Lucy unzipped her leather dress and stepped out of it, revealing her perfect body encased in black lace lingerie. She positioned herself over the slave, her pussy inches from his mouth. "Drink, slave," she commanded, running her fingers through his hair as she lowered herself onto him. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to taste her sweet nectar as it flowed out of her. Her juices mingled with his own, creating a syrupy mix of their combined desires. As he drank, she began to move, riding him faster and harder until they both reached a crescendo of release. When they were done, Lady Lucy leaned back, her chest heaving from exertion. She looked down at her worn-out slave, who was still sucking on her empty pussy, his lips swollen and red from her lovemaking. "Not bad, slave," she purred, reaching down to caress his cheek gently. "But there's still so much more you can do for me." With that, she stood up, signaling the end of their intimate session. The slave lay there, spent but content, already anticipating their next encounter. Lady Lucy knew she had him hooked; he would do anything for the chance to feel her power and taste her essence again.