MissAlessaMilano - New Years Eve with pee instead of champagne

New Year's Eve is a special day for many reasons, and for this lucky slave, it was all about the pleasure of peeing instead of celebrating with champagne. MissAlessaMilano, dressed in an elegant gown, prepared the evening's festivities, starting with the slave's favorite drink: his mistress's delicious golden nectar (NS).

The slave knelt before his mistress, eagerly anticipating the treat that was to come. His eyes never left her as she effortlessly poured three full glasses of her warm, amber-colored liquid, the sweet scent of freshly voided urine filling the air. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he watched her neck and thighs, waiting for the signal that would allow him to taste her nectar.

Finally, she smiled down at him, her look of satisfaction mixed with just the right amount of playfulness. "Drink up, my little pisspot," she purred, motioning towards the glasses with a finger that held just a drop of her tasty elixir. "This is how we celebrate properly."

The slave's heart raced as he took the first sip, savoring the warmth that spread through his body and the strange mixture of pleasure and disgust that accompanied it. As he drank, he couldn't help but imagine the taste of her fresh urine on his tongue, the salty tang mixing with the sweetness of the liquid. He felt himself growing harder at the thought, his cock throbbing in anticipation of the next part of the evening's festivities.

And then the moment came that he both dreaded and longed for. Finishing the last drops of NS, he looked up at his Mistress, pleading with his eyes for permission. She smiled cruelly, her pale lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Good boy," she purred, "now it's time for you to prove how much you've enjoyed this. Drink it all back."

The slave's stomach churned as he looked down into the third glass, the last one she had poured. He knew what was coming, and he hated himself for it. But he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through him at the thought of being forced to consume his own mistress's piss. So, with trembling hands, he took a deep breath and tipped back the glass, draining the last of her nectar from his lips.

Looking up at her, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of pride as he saw the smile of satisfaction on her face. She reached down, clenching her fingers around his cock through his pants, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. "That's a good boy," she murmured. "Now it's time for you to show me how much you appreciate your New Year's Eve treat."

With that, she turned away from him, her elegant gown swishing around her legs as she walked towards the bathroom. The slave could hear the sound of her zipper, followed by the hiss of her pee hitting the water in the toilet. His own cock twitched in anticipation as he waited for his turn, already imagining the feeling of her hot pee coursing down his throat.

When she finally returned, her gaze was cold and hard. "Bend over, slave," she commanded, her voice ice-cold. "You know what comes next." The slave obeyed without hesitation, feeling the cool touch of the marble floor against his naked backside as he presented himself for her punishment. And what a punishment it was: a long, slow stream of hot urine that filled his mouth and ran down his throat, making him gag and choke. But through it all, he remained silent, taking every drop that she gave him, savoring the taste of her golden nectar until she was finally satisfied and stepped away, allowing him to collapse in a sticky, exhausted heap on the floor.

And so ended their New Year's Eve celebration, with the slave left to contemplate the strange and twisted turn his life had taken. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment, knowing that he was hers, body and soul - and that she would never let him go.