MISTRESS ISABELLA - 035.1.2 Maciste pee and bondage

Mistress Isabella had been eyeing her unfortunate slave, Maciste, with a sinister glint in her eyes. The poor man was bound and completely at her mercy. She'd just finished waxing his body, leaving him smooth and sensitive. Now, she was ready to use him for her perverse pleasure. The Mistress strutted over to her slave, her high heels clacking on the floor. She stood before him, her stunning body on full display in a revealing latex catsuit. Slowly, she reached behind her and seized a leather whip. "You've been such a naughty slave, Maciste," she purred, her eyes full of menace. With a flick of the wrist, she struck him across the chest, leaving a red stripe on his smooth skin. "But I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you enjoy the wetness of my pee." Maciste trembled, his cock already starting to throb with anticipation. Mistress Isabella moved closer, her body teasingly close to his. She bent over, giving him a perfect view of her shapely ass in its tiny thong. With a wicked smile, she gently probed his anus, slipping a finger inside. "You're going to love this, slave," she whispered in his ear. Her free hand found his cock, stroking it masterfully until he was fully erect and ready for more. Slowly, she raised herself, revealing her glistening pussy just inches from his face. She leaned forward, teasing him with the taste of her juices. "Suck me, slave," she ordered, her voice husky with desire. Maciste opened his mouth wide, taking her entire wetness into his mouth. Mistress Isabella cried out with pleasure, her hips grinding against his face. Her finger continued to work his tight entrance, preparing him for what was to come. Just as he thought he couldn't take any more, she suddenly pulled away, leaving Maciste feeling empty and wanting. "Now," she commanded, her eyes burning with lust. "You will take my pee like the good little slut you are." A moment later, a stream of warm urine hit him square in the face. Maciste gagged on the first splash, but he quickly got used to the sensation. He opened his mouth wide, allowing Mistress Isabella to fill him with her hot piss. She chuckled in delight as he swallowed every drop, his opened mouth eagerly lapping up any that dripped down his chin. "That's a good boy," she praised him, never once breaking eye contact. With a flick of her wrist, she unfastened the leash that had been keeping his mouth open. "You may lick me clean now," she said, taking a step back. Maciste could hardly believe what had just happened. He couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him next. Slowly, he raised his head, his eyes locked on Mistress Isabella's. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, already imagining the filthiest things he could do with her.