Mistress Jardena - Wake up and drink piss

Mistress Jardena awoke from her slumber, the sun streaming through the open curtains illuminating her luxurious bedroom. She stretched lazily, feeling the soft cotton of her pajamas against her skin. As she climbed out of bed, her eye caught sight of the sleeping form on the floor. It was her slave, lying there snoring gently. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she approached him. Kneeling down beside him, she gently nudged him awake. His eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing his drowsy state. "Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," she cooed softly, her voice filled with amusement. The slave struggled to bring himself to consciousness, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. He looked around, confused, and then finally focused on Mistress Jardena. "M-Mistress?" he asked innocently. "Yes, slave," she replied, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "It's time for you to perform your morning duty." The slave's eyes widened in fear and uncertainty. He knew exactly what she was referring to – he had been dreading this moment all night long. "W-what is it, Mistress?" he stuttered. "I want you to drink my piss," she stated simply. Without waiting for a response, she pulled down her pajama pants and stepped out of them, revealing her naked body. Her pussy was freshly shaved, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The slave's gaze was transfixed on her crotch as he felt the urge to taste her pee growing stronger. Slowly, he lowered his head towards her glistening pussy, his tongue hovering just out of reach. With a sigh of anticipation, Mistress Jardena parted her legs slightly, inviting him in. As he tentatively extended his tongue, he felt the warm, sweet liquid begin to trickle out of her pussy. It tasted sweet yet salty, with a hint of muskiness. As he lapped up her juices, Mistress Jardena watched with satisfaction. "That's right, slave," she purred. "Drink every last drop." Encouraged by her words, the slave pressed deeper into her pussy, feeling her warmth envelope him. He lapped at her pussy greedily, determined to clean her out completely. Finally, after several long draughts, he felt her body go limp, her pussy relaxing its grip on him. Slowly, he pulled away, his mouth coated in her piss and juices. He looked up at her, awaiting her praise or punishment. "Very good, slave," she murmured, reaching down to stroke his hair tenderly. "You may rest now." With that, she climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up over her body, leaving the slave to wonder what other depraved delights she would subject him to next.