Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - MORNING PEE - HD

Seeing his eagerness, I instruct him to retrieve the large, ornate golden chamber pot placed nearby. The wood of the chamber pot gleams in the dimly lit room as he carefully brings it before me. Kneeling down, he tips the chamber pot up and I watch transfixed as he slowly dribbles some of the hot, thick urine into the clear glass goblet that has been waiting on my nightstand. As he continues to fill the glass, the sound of the liquid pouring fills the air. His rhythmic tipping of the pot mixed with the echoing clink of the glass against stone creates an erotic symphony that intensifies my arousal. The smell of my piss wafts up to him, causing his own cock to twitch and throb within his panties. Finally, the chamber pot is emptied and he brings the glass to me, his hands shaking with anticipation. I take it from him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine as I do so. I place the goblet on my nightstand and lean back against the headboard of my bed, stretching out my arms in invitation. Slowly, he rises from his knees, still holding the chamber pot. He moves toward me, our eyes locked on one another as he climbs onto the bed. His hands carefully guide the chamber pot between us, and as he lowers it down between my spread legs, he uses one hand to tug gently at the hem of my nightgown. He lowers his face towards the chamber pot, seemingly unable to resist the urge to taste his goddess's piss. His tongue darts out, tracing the line of my pussy lips before plunging into the thick, golden liquid within. I watch, enraptured, as he laps up every last drop, occasionally nudging my thighs apart with his free hand to allow deeper access. Finally, he lifts his head and looks up at me with watery eyes and a satisfied grin. I can see that he has consumed every last drop of my piss, leaving the chamber pot nice and clean for our next use. He moves back on his haunches, waiting for my next command. I take my time responding, knowing full well how aching his need must be by now. Finally, I summon him with a crook of my finger. He crawls back to me, his eyes never leaving my face as he positions himself before me once again. Without ceremony, I part my legs even further and lower my pussy to his face. His warm breath grazes against my clit before he presses his lips against me, initiating a slow and sensual tongue bath. I moan softly as he tastes my juices, his tongue darting in and out methodically, exploring every inch of my pussy. As he works his magic, I reach down and find his cock once again, this time free from its confinement. I stroke it gently, feeling the hot, pulsing length of it against my palm. His hips buck slightly, seeking more friction, but he remains obedient to my every command. "Suck my clit," I whisper, my voice little more than a husky murmur. He responds instantly, taking my swollen nub into his mouth and sucking gently. I buck off the bed this time, unable to contain my orgasm as he sends waves of pleasure cascading through my body. As I come down from my high, I gently push him away and smooth out my nightgown, leaving him sitting on the edge of the bed, panting softly. "You may rest now," I tell him, reaching over to tuck him into my pillows. "But remember, you are always at my beck and call." With that, I switch off my bedside lamp and curl up under the covers, savoring the warmth of my submissive's body nestled against me. The scent of our combined arousal fills the air, and I let out a contented sigh, knowing that in this moment, I am truly the mistress of all I survey.