Mistress BlackDiamoond - Christmas tree must drink piss - SD

Mistress BlackDiamoond was in a festive mood as she prepared for the holiday season. Her long, silky legs adorned in sheer stockings and stilettos, she made her way towards the Christmas tree. With a sultry smirk, she stooped down and began to pee directly onto the floor. The scent of her piss filled the air, causing her slave to weaken at the knees in anticipation. As he watched his Mistress water the tree, another idea came to mind.

Her piss cascading down onto the hardwood floor, Mistress BlackDiamoard addressed her slave. "You know what would be just perfect, don't you?" she purred. The slave nodded eagerly, his chin almost hitting the ground in submission. With a graceful turn, Mistress BlackDiamoard walked over to him, smirking as she saw the growing bulge in his pants. She reached out her hand and slowly slid his cock out of his pants, running her fingers along the shaft before wrapping her soft lips around it. Her tongue teased the tip as he moaned in pleasure. "I think it's time for our little tree here to have a taste of your cock," she chuckled, leading him over to the tree.

She positioned the slave so that his still-hard cock was pressed against the tree's trunk. "Now, you're going to piss onto the tree, but not just anywhere. You have to aim for the roots," she instructed him, her voice dripping with seduction. The slave nodded and began to release his own stream of hot urine onto the tree's base. Mistress BlackDiamoard watched with satisfaction as the amber liquid trickled down between the bark and onto the floor. "That's it, make it drink," she commanded, her breath coming faster as she became more excited watching him empty himself onto the tree.

Satisfied with the amount, she took the tool she had brought earlier, a long metal rod with a metal cup at the end, and knelt down beside him. Without any further explanation, she placed the cup beneath her pussy and leaned forward so that it caught every drop of her sweet nectar as she peed onto it. The mixture of colors, golden and clear, swirled together in the cup before she lifted it up to eye level for him to see. "Oooh, this should be enough for our little tree," she purred, stepping towards him and forcing him to kneel down next to the cup. "Drink it all," she commanded, gently pushing his head towards the puddle at his feet.

The scent of her mixed with his own piss filled the air as he obliged, lapping up every drop like a drooling dog. His tongue danced around the hard wood of the cup, savoring the flavor of their combined essence. Satisfied, Mistress BlackDiamoard took another cupful and held it in front of his face. "Drink this too," she commanded firmly. He didn't hesitate, opening his mouth and allowing the warm liquid to pour down his throat. Before long, he had finished both cups, leaving him breathless and eager for more.

Smiling wickedly, Mistress BlackDiamoard reached between his legs and began to stroke him softly. "You've been such a good boy," she purred, her fingers wrapping tighter around him as he started to moan in pleasure. "Here," she said, turning back to the tree. "Let's see how much you can take." With a swift motion, she released another long stream of her piss onto the trunk of the tree, creating a beautiful waterfall of golden nectar. "Drink it all," she repeated her earlier command. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and drank from the stream of piss, his face covered in her scent and taste.

As he drank, Mistress BlackDiamoard watched with satisfaction, her eyes darkening with lust. She could feel herself getting closer to climax. "That's it," she murmured, her hips starting to rock back and forth as she continued to pee. Her hand moved faster on his cock, teasing the head with her fingers. With one last push, he emptied his mouth onto the tree, leaving the wooden roots glistening with their combined essence. "Good boy," Mistress BlackDiamoard purred, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his forehead. As she caught her breath, she smiled slyly. "Now, bring me the toys."

The slave nodded eagerly, rushing to obey, as Mistress BlackDiamoard continued to enjoy herself in front of the tree. He returned with a small velvet bag filled with various toys and restraints. With a gleam in her eye, she selected a soft leather strap-on and began to turn back towards him. "On your hands and knees," she commanded softly, her voice filled with anticipation. He obeyed without hesitation, feeling a sudden rush of excitement filling him up. Mistress BlackDiamoard positioned herself behind him, guiding his hips back before pushing into him with one firm thrust, filling him completely.

"Now, let's see how well you can take my pussy," she whispered in his ear, starting to ride him slowly but firmly. The soft leather rubbed against his back, the cold metal of the barbell piercing through it. He moaned as he felt her wet walls clench around him, his own release seemingly inevitable. As the two danced together, the sound of their rhythmic thrusts filling the room, it was clear that this would be a night of unforgettable pleasure for them both – under the guise of holiday cheer, of course.