Lady Tassia - Drink first - then breathe!

Lady Tassia, the dominatrix with a penchant for extreme fetishes, was back at it again. Her current slave was on the floor, his head shoved into a large plastic garbage bag. The bag was stained with lipstick from where she had used it before, and it was heavy with the scent of her pussy. She stood over him, her beautiful and intimidating figure towering, her latex-clad tits jutting out temptingly. In her hand, she held a huge, lit candle, the wax slowly dripping onto the floor.

Tassia laughed maliciously. "You thought this would be easy, didn't you?" She asked, her voice echoing through the dungeon. "You thought you were here to just taste my sweet scat? You foolish boy, you're here to learn a lesson." She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear.

"You see, I've trained many slaves to swallow my piss. But this time, I want to test your limits. Not just the amount you can take but the speed as well. If you want to survive this session, you'll have to learn to swallow faster than you've ever done before." She chuckled darkly and then pulled the candle back, letting the hot wax drip onto the slave's face and chest. "Now then, let the fun begin."

With that, Tassia unzipped her latex pants and pulled out her shaft, already wet with anticipation. She positioned herself over the slave's face, grabbing his hair and forcing his head further into the bag. "Open wide, baby," she murmured darkly, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. Then she pulled back, tilting the bag up so that the hot liquid inside spilled out over his face and down his throat.

The slave gagged and struggled, trying desperately to breathe through the plastic bag that choked him. But Tassia was unrelenting, pouring more of her piss onto his face and down his throat, watching with delight as he gagged and choked. "That's it, baby," she cooed, rubbing her crotch against his face. "Drink up, or you'll never feel these lips on yours again."

As the slave struggled to breathe and keep up with the relentless stream, Tassia's heart rate quickened with excitement. She could feel herself getting wetter with anticipation, her need growing stronger by the second. Finally, she pulled the bag away from his face, leaving him gasping for air. "Not bad," she purred, stroking his cheek with her gloved hand. "But we've barely begun...

With that, Tassia pulled her slave to his feet and positioned him on the edge of the bed. "Hold still, baby," she whispered, slapping his ass hard. Then she moved behind him, positioning herself over his face. "Now open wide, and let me taste myself on your lips." She leaned down, her ass hovering mere inches from his face. "Make me proud, baby," she murmured softly, her breath warm against his skin.

The slave opened his mouth tentatively, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet scent that filled the air. Tassia let out a soft moan of approval and then lowered herself onto his face, her body pressing into his chest and shoulders. She rocked back and forth slowly, her hips grinding against his face in a rhythmic motion that drove him wild with need. Her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched against his lips, teasing him mercilessly as she groaned in pleasure.

As the slave lapped at her juices, he felt his own cock growing hard in his pants. He wanted more, needed more, of this delicious torture. He could feel Tassia's body shudder with pleasure above him, her hips grinding harder against his face. And then, without warning, she lifted herself off of him and stepped back, her breathing heavy and ragged. "Impressive, baby," she panted, fingers tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. "But there's one more thing you need to do before you can drink from my sweet ass."

With that, Tassia turned and knelt on the bed, her ass presented to him once again. "Take me, baby," she purred, spreading her cheeks wide. "I want to feel you inside me as you drink from my ass." She moved closer, her breath hot against his lips. "And when you're finally done, I'll give you a face sit like you've never experienced before."

The slave couldn't believe his luck. He'd never imagined he would be so close to his Mistress, let alone be allowed to fuck her ass while she fell apart in his arms. With shaking hands, he pushed his pants down and positioned himself behind her. And then, tentatively at first and then with growing confidence, he began to fuck her ass while she moaned and throbbed beneath him. As he felt the walls of her ass clenching around him, he knew he'd found his true calling - to please and serve Mistress Tassia, however she demanded it.

Finally, when they were both pushed to the brink of orgasm, Tassia pulled him off of her and turned back around. "Now then," she purred, stroking his cheek lovingly. "Are you ready to drink from my sweet ass?"

The slave nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. Slowly, Tassia lowered herself onto his face, her perfect ass cheeks covering his eyes and mouth. She rocked back and forth gently, her juices dripping onto his tongue and down his throat. As he drank, he let out a moan of pure pleasure, his cock twitching against her ass cheeks. And when he'd had his fill, Tassia pulled away and leaned back, holding his face in her hands. "Well done, baby," she purred, kissing him gently on the lips. "Now let me show you how it's done."