LILY DUPONT - MISTRESS LILY DUPONT : HE PREFERRED PEE IN HIS MOUTH TO MY WHIPTH

Mistress Lily Dupont stood before her slave, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. She held a champagne flute in her hand, the golden liquid sloshing gently within its confines.

"So, wanker slave," she purred, her voice like silk, "you have two possibilities to make me have fun today: the first will be to taste my whip, or the second, my piss in your mouth."

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She watched as the slave's eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and fear within them. "Ah," she continued, "it seems you have decided to drink my pee. Very good, asshole. First, you will smell my feet."

" As the slave leaned forward to inhale her scent, Mistress Lily Dupont stepped back, her body glistening with the warmth of the day. "Excellent," she said, her voice echoing around the room. "Now, I will take everything off, and before pissing in your mouth, I make you smell my pussy - you like the smell of the Mistress, right?"

She stood before him, naked and powerful, scenting the air around her with every flick of her tongue. "Well," she said, teasing, "then now open your mouth and swallow everything. You must not waste even a drop of my precious champagne!"

With a wicked grin, she raised the champagne flute to her lips, taking a long sip. As she lowered the glass, her body trembled with anticipation. "Lift your mouth off the floor," she commanded, her voice cool and controlled. When the slave obeyed, she stepped forward, the tip of her shoe pressing against his chest. She leaned close, her breath hot against his lips. "Now," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "close your eyes and open your mouth." Without further instruction, the slave obeyed, his mind reeling under the power of her presence. As he felt the warmth of her urine hitting the back of his throat, he closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, willing himself not to gag. When at last she pulled away, she stood back, surveying him. Her eyes roamed over his body, taking in every detail. "You," she purred, "are such a good little slave." She reached down and picked him up by the collar, drawing him close. "There's just one more thing," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "I don't have toilet paper... I clean myself with my hand, and I make you lick it - my hand. I rinse your mouth with spit; you stay there and enjoy my taste a little longer." With that, she pushed him away, watching as he stumbled back to the floor. As he lay there, panting, she walked around him, her naked body moving sinuously in the shadows. At last, she stooped down, her hand reaching for the back of his head. "Now," she said, her voice softening slightly, "let's make sure you've cleaned yourself properly." She gripped his hair tightly, pulling his head back, and forced his mouth open. With a smirk, she pushed two fingers into his mouth, pushing them deep into his throat and pulling them out, coating them with his saliva. "Clean," she said at last, her voice emotionless. With that, she turned and walked away, leaving him lying on the floor, his mouth dry and his body trembling with the aftermath of her command.