Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - MY PORTABLE URINAL - mobile version

Mistress Gaia, the commanding and alluring goddess of the earth, stands pridefully in front of her mobile urinal device. The slave, bound to her will, awaits anxiously on the ground. Dressed in a tight black latex catsuit that hugs her voluptuous figure, she reveals the newest addition to her collection of toilet slaves: a sleek, black portable urinal.

With a wave of her hand, she commands the slave to open it up. He hastily obeys, his heart racing with anticipation about what is to come. As soon as he lifts the lid, an overpowering scent of ammonia fills the air. The urinal is already filled to the brim with her golden nectar, a testament to how much she has drank earlier in the day.

She steps forward, her high-heeled foot pushing against his chest, forcing him to the ground. With seductive elegance, she pulls down her pantyhose, revealing her soft, supple pussy. It glistens from her own arousal and anticipation. Sheathed in latex, it's a tantalizing sight for anyone who loves the scent and taste of their mistress’s urine.

She leans forward, her lips hovering just above the opening of the urinal. With one swift motion, she releases her steaming hot pee directly into the urinal. The force behind her piss sends waves of warm liquid crashing against the walls of the device. It cascades down, mixing with her golden essence already inside.

With a satisfied smile, she steps back and grabs a t-shirt from her slave. Slowly, she pulls it up over her face, drenching it in her pee. Her pussy glistens from the moisture as she leans over the urinal, her lips pressing against its cool metal surface. With a loud slurp, she sucks in the remaining droplets of urine, savoring the taste of her own fluid.

She pulls the shirt down, still slightly damp, and presses it against her pussy, soaking up any remaining droplets. Satisfied that she's left no traces behind, she closes the lid on the urinal, sealing it shut. The scent of her pee lingers in the air, driving her slave wild with desire and anticipation.

With a swing of her hips, she turns away from the slave, her ass swaying enticingly in the tight black rubber. "That's how it's done, my little toilet slave," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. She steps towards him, the hem of her skirt brushing against his face, taunting him with the scent of her pee. "From now on, you'll be the one cleaning up after me." And with that, she leaves him there, trembling with anticipation of the next time he'll get a taste of his mistress's nectar.