MISTRESS ISABELLA - 036.2.1 Snack B pee ************

In a dark and secretive dungeon, Mistress Isabella lay in wait for her next victim. She was dressed in leather from head to toe, her sadistic smile hidden beneath a menacing black veil. In one hand, she held a riding crop, the other hand tracing softly over the lips of a pee bottle filled with her own nectar. The anticipation building within her as she envisioned the groveling, desperate face of her next captive, about to taste her piss. Soon, a pathetic whimper echoed through the dungeon, signaling the arrival of her slave. She knew he would be humiliated, barely able to walk with his bound hands and feet, his cock and balls tied up in a web of straps so taut they cut into his skin. His eyes would be filled with tears of pain and terror as he stumbled towards her. It wasn't long before the frail figure appeared before her, head bowed low in submission, trembling at the sight of his Mistress. Isabella revelled in his humiliation, knowing full well that this was just the beginning of his pain. "Look at me," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom, "Don't you wish you hadn't disobeyed me?" The slave raised his eyes slowly, a mix of fear and anticipation etched onto his face. She watched as his eyes trailed down from her eyes to her exposed, cleavage-baring corset, then further down to the bulge in her leggings that indicated her throbbing arousal. With a malicious grin, Isabella took hold of the slave's chin, forcing him to look up at her once again. "I'm going to give you a choice," she whispered, her hot breath fanning across his cheek. "You can either take my cock as punishment, or you can taste my piss." The slave trembled violently at the thought of both, but he knew what his answer must be. "Please, Mistress," he whimpered, "I will take your piss. I will drink it from the bottle..." Isabella's smile widened as she pulled the slave closer, pressing her leather-clad body against his. "Not yet," she purred, "You're going to savor every drop of my potty as it hits your tongue." With that, she moved the slave's head towards her pee bottle, gagging him with a ball gag so that he wouldn't be able to spit out even a drop of her precious nectar. When he was perfectly positioned, Isabella sighed contentedly as she tilted the bottle, allowing the warm stream of piss to trickle out and coated his tongue. The slave squirmed in anticipation, his cock jerking involuntarily against the straps holding it in place. He could feel the acidic liquid burning his throat, but he couldn't stop himself from swallowing every last drop. Isabella watched with sadistic pleasure as the slave's body shuddered in ecstasy at the taste of her piss. She knew that she held all the power over him, and that he would beg for more of her disgusting concoction. With a wicked grin, she pulled the slave closer once again, allowing his face to hover just above the rim of her piss-filled helmet. "Drink up, slave," she chuckled, "You know you want it." As if in a trance, the slave lowered his face again, eagerly lapping up the remaining drops of Isabella's piss-filled helmet. He could feel himself being pulled deeper into this dark world of humiliation and degradation, but there was no turning back now. His only hope was to please his Mistress, no matter how depraved the task might be. And so, the slave continued to drink and swallow as Mistress Isabella looked on with smug satisfaction, knowing that she held the key to his addiction - her potent pee.