Mistress BlackDiamoond - Golden shower toilet

Mistress BlackDiamoond pushed her slim legs apart, baring her flawless body before him. She stepped forward, and he could see the glint of gold in her eyes as she held the funnel steady. Her grip around its base was firm, and it didn't waver as she approached him. She leaned down, pressing her thighs against his chest as she positioned the rubber instrument at his waiting mouth. With a taunting smirk, she jammed the wide end into his wide-open gape, pushing it deep into his throat until he felt the cool, smooth walls of the toilet bowl pressing against his tongue. "Just think of yourself as my personal golden shower toilet." Her husky voice was a mixture of amusement and malice. "Every drop of my precious nectar will be flowing down your throat." The sissy felt his heart race as he anticipated her command. He knew what was about to happen, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His mouth was now her toilet bowl - he was supposed to swallow every last drop of her urine. His body trembled with excitement and fear; this was both his deepest humiliation and darkest desire. With a wicked gleam in her eye, Mistress BlackDiamoond climbed onto the toilet, spreading her legs wide as she sat down. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body as she positioned herself directly above him. She wore no underwear, and her pussy lips glistened with moisture, beckoning him to pay homage to her. And then she began to pee. Stream after stream of warm, golden liquid flowed from her cunt, down through the funnel, and into his waiting throat. It was the most intense sensation he had ever felt, hot and full, filling him up with each passing moment. He couldn't help but gulp and swallow, his cock hardening under his rubber cage as his body surrendered to the pleasure/pain of this confusing ritual. Her pee washed over his tongue like a tidal wave of ecstasy, and he began to moan uncontrollably. She laughed delightedly at the sound, leaning in to watch as he drank deeply from her overflowing chamber pot. It felt like an eternity before she finally finished, but eventually, she pulled the funnel out of his mouth and stood up, stepping away from him. The sissy lay there, panting heavily, his face drenched in her piss. He looked up at her, begging with his eyes for more, but she just shook her head, chuckling coldly. "I think you've had your fill for today, my little toilet. But don't worry, there will be plenty more opportunities to serve your Mistress in this humiliating way." And then she was gone, leaving him there, soaked in urine and aching with desire for more degradation. He couldn't wait to be her golden shower toilet again, to taste her nectar and feel her power flow through him. He knew this was a twisted game, but somehow, he couldn't help but love every moment of it.