Mistress Jardena - Morning piss arrive

As the sun began to rise, Mistress Jardena awoke from a deep sleep. She stretched languidly before casting a dismissive glance at the figure curled up on the cold tiled floor of her sprawling bathroom. Without a word, she stepped over him, her silken robe billowing in the early morning air. The scent of her expensive perfume filled the room, causing the slave to inhale deeply, his cock already beginning to stir at the sight and smell of his mistress.

Moments later, Mistress Jardena reemerged from her lavish suite, now clad in a tight pair of black yoga pants and a sports bra that left little to the imagination. She carried with her a tall, golden tray, adorned with fine china cups and a gleaming pitcher of water. Without breaking stride, she placed the tray gently on the vanity and turned to face her slave.

"Rise and shine, toilet boy," she purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's time for your morning piss drink." Her words sent a shiver down the slave's spine, his cock standing at full attention now. He knew better than to disobey his mistress, but he longed for her to make him beg.

With a flick of her wrist, Mistress Jardena opened the pitcher and poured a generous amount of water into the first cup. Then, she stepped aside, her expression challenging. "Drink," she commanded, her voice a low growl. The slave immediately dropped to his knees before her, his hands shaking as he lifted the cup to his lips. The cool water rushed down his throat, causing him to gag slightly.

As he placed the empty cup back on the tray, Mistress Jardena filled it again, this time adding a healthy dose of her own morning piss. "Drink up, toilet boy," she commanded, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I insist." The slave hesitated for just a moment before downing the contents of the cup in one swift gulp. His face contorted in disgust as he felt the warm, stale urine settle in his stomach, but he dared not show any signs of weakness in front of his mistress.

One by one, Mistress Jardena handed him cup after cup of her diluted morning piss, each one stronger than the last. By the time he had finished the fourth cup, he could feel his stomach churning, but he forced himself to keep drinking. He could hear his mistress chuckling in the background, her amusement clear in every word she spoke. "That's it, toilet boy," she purred. "Drink like a good little slave and maybe I'll let you cum later." The thought of pleasing his mistress was all he needed to continue drinking. With every swallow, the taste of her piss grew stronger, more intense. As the fifth cup approached his lips, he knew he wouldn't be able to take much more. But he also knew that refusing his mistress's orders meant certain punishment - a fate far worse than any discomfort he was feeling now.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Jardena set the empty pitcher down and clapped her hands in delight. "Well done, toilet boy," she purred, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look up at her. "Now, it's time for your reward." With that, she lifted up her yoga pants, revealing her perfectly sculpted legs and a smooth, bare pussy glistening with anticipation. "Cum for me," she hissed, her fingers digging deeper into his cheeks. And without further prompting, the slave did as he was told - exploding across his mistress's perfect flesh in a long, hot stream of cum.

As he lay there, exhausted but satisfied, Mistress Jardena leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. "Now that's what I call a good morning," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. With a soft chuckle, she swatted his ass gently and walked away, leaving him to clean up the mess they had made together. But for once, the slave didn't mind. Because he knew that this was just the beginning of another beautiful day in the life of his beloved mistress...and his own.