Lady Scarlet - Lady Scarlet - Face chair and pee (mobile)

The allure of Lady Scarlet's fiery red body, accentuating every curve and tempting every sensory nerve, was undeniable. As she strode confidently towards her slave, the sway of her hips and the gentle brush of her round buttocks against the fabric of her clothing sent shivers down his spine. She held a chair; unusual but exquisite, definitely crafted for such a divine purpose. It was time to test its potential.

With a soft, seductive voice that promised both pleasure and pain, Lady Scarlet commanded the slave to assume his position between her legs. He knelt before her, eager to worship the perfection that was Lady Scarlet. She leaned forward, lowering herself onto the chair and instructed him once more. His face was to serve as an ass rest, his eyes to admire her royal rear. The slave's heart raced with anticipation.

With a flick of her wrist, Lady Scarlet slid her divine source over his face and pressed down hard. The burning sensation washed over him as her ass cheeks sealed around his mouth, leaving no room for doubt who was in control and who was to be used. Her slow, deep breaths filled his nostrils, making it impossible for him to catch a breath. She leaned forward, presenting herself freely before him, using his face as a footrest while teasing his senses with her scent of power and submission.

The slave's mind was in a haze of pleasure and pain as he tried desperately to move closer to her forbidden goodness. But Lady Scarlet was never one to yield too easily. Instead, she relished in his struggle and discomfort. She rocked back and forth on the chair, teasing him with every bounce of her glorious behind. The pleasure was mixed with an intense sense of suffering, driving him to the edge of insanity, yet holding him captive under her spell.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lady Scarlet rose from the chair, leaving the slave in a puddle of desperation beneath her. She strutted towards him, planting her feet firmly on the ground. Her hips swayed hypnotically, making it impossible for him to tear his eyes away from her. She stood tall, her body glowing with power, and extended her arm towards him, beckoning him closer.

It was then that he realized what was to come next. His eyes widened in anticipation as he knew it was finally time for the ultimate test of devotion. Without a word, Lady Scarlet leaned forward and unleashed a golden wave of liquid heaven. Her powerful stream of pee crashed down onto his face and neck, bringing him to his knees once more in submission to her insatiable glory. He drank in every drop; each one a symbol of his loyalty to his divine mistress.

When she finally finished, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. The slave had been reduced to nothing more than a shell of a man, consumed by the feel of her warm pee dripping down his chin and collarbone. She surveyed him with a satisfied smile, knowing that she had won his heart and soul forever.

In the end, Lady Scarlet sat down on his face, plugging his mouth with her divine source. Together they sat there for what felt like an eternity, sharing a moment of pure bliss and submission. The slave was now her permanent face chair, forever beholden to her desires and commands. Only Lady Scarlet could create such a twisted and alluring masterpiece, blending pleasure and pain into the ultimate form of power and submission.