Mistress Misia - My outdoor toilet slave

Spring has arrived, and Mistress Misia decides to soak up the sunshine, while at the same time, enjoying her favorite pastime; dominating her loyal slave. Dressed in a sleek leather outfit that showcases her shapely legs encased in shiny black leggings, she exudes power and control over him. Her boots are dipped in mud, which she uses to dirty the soles of her feet, knowing full well that he must clean them off for her. She offers him a task: to serve as her personal toilet during their outdoor session. With a swift slap across his face, she reminds him of his place and orders him to fulfill his duties without fail.

The slave kneels before her, anxiously awaiting her next command. With a vicious stare, Mistress Misia gazes down upon him, her disdain for him evident in her eyes. She extends one hand, gesturing for him to help her remove her leggings, and as he obeys, a subtle shiver runs through his spine.

Once the leggings are removed, she stands tall, revealing her flawless skin and seductive curves. Her legs tremble slightly as anticipation builds within her; she is aching for relief and knows exactly who will provide it. She walks towards a nearby bush and squats down, her ass facing him. Without hesitation, he approaches her, kneeling between her spread legs. His heart races as he prepares himself for what is about to unfold.

From behind, he grabs her hips firmly, holding onto them for dear life. He can feel the warmth emanating from her pussy, almost tempting him to taste the sweet nectar himself. But he knows better than to disobey his Mistress's orders. As she releases her bladder onto the bush, he is engulfed in the powerful scent of pee. His cock throbs painfully in his pants, longing for some form of release.

Once she has finished, Mistress Misia stands up and slowly turns around. Her face contorts into a mix of pleasure and satisfaction as she surveys the mess she has made. She walks over to him, towering above him once again. She reaches out and grabs his chin roughly, forcing him to look up at her. With a sneer, she commands him to open his mouth wide open. As he trembles in fear, he anticipates the imminent arrival of her piss in his mouth.

Without warning, Mistress Misia positions herself over his mouth, her crotch directly above his face. With one swift motion, she lowers herself onto him, grinding her pussy against his face as she releases a torrent of piss straight into his mouth. He feels the hot liquid filling his mouth, threatening to overflow out of his lips. He swallows instinctively, savoring the taste of his Mistress's urine mixed with spit and saliva.

Misia continues to piss onto his face, relishing in the power she exerts over him. She pulls her hair back, revealing it to be soaked with sweat and dirt, and proceeds to smear it across his face and onto his tongue. He whimpers softly, unable to comprehend the depth of the humiliation he is being subjected to. But even as despair threatens to consume him, he finds solace in knowing that this is what he truly desires; to be completely owned and controlled by his Mistress.

Finally, she pulls away, leaving the slave gasping for air. She wipes her hands on a nearby grass, removing any trace of him from her fingers. With a smug grin, she turns her back towards him once again, the salty droplets of sweat that glisten on her skin a testament to the sheer pleasure she derives from her dominance. The slave remains kneeling, head bowed in submission, as he anticipates his next task at the loving hands of his Mistress Misia.