Mistress Mystique - My Piss Slut

Mistress Mystique stood over her piss-covered slut, the scent of their combined fluids filling the air. She couldn't help but chuckle as she watched her humiliated lover grovel at her feet, eagerly accepting every last drop of her pee. It seemed they were always finding new ways to push each other's boundaries. Today's session had started off with a simple request: "Come here, pisslut, I want to feel you up with my piss." Her piss-slut lowered their face to her pussy, eagerly lapping up every damp hair as she drenched them in her warm golden nectar. As her stream slowed down, she leaned over, letting their hungry mouth find her asshole, tonguing out her rim and making her giggle. "That's it, you filthy little piss-drinking whore. Now you get to taste everything I have to offer." She stepped back, giving her slave a clear view of her glistening cunt as she instructed them to open wide. They obeyed without hesitation, their mouths watering in anticipation of what was about to come. With a cruel smirk, she lowered herself onto their face and began emptying her bladder onto their eager tongue, her stream hitting the back of their throat as they struggled not to choke. "Swallow every drop," she commanded, watching as their eyes rolled back in ecstasy. As they struggled to obey, she continued to fill their mouth with piss until they were drowning in it. She loved watching the way they lost control, giving themselves completely over to her dominance. As she pulled away, she zipped down her skirt and bent over, giving her ass cheeks a playful smack. "Now it's your turn." The piss-slut crawled toward her, their own need for humiliation driving them forward. As they neared, Mistress Mystique grabbed their chin and guided their face to her ass, feeling their eager tongue seek out her asshole. "Eat my pussy," she ordered, "and don't you dare forget that you're a piss-slut." Her lover complied, lapping up her juices while fingering themselves, moaning in delight at the taste of their own piss mixed with her essence. Just the sight of them, reduced to this state of depravity, turned Mistress Mystique on even more. She filled them with her piss several more times before instructing them to lower their pants and let her have a taste of their own nectar. "You're doing so well, my little piss-drinking pet," she purred, taking a long pull from their cock and then descending onto their cum-covered balls, relishing the mix of flavors on her tongue. "Now it's time to prepare you for our next session." With a mischievous grin, Mistress Mystique grabbed a pitcher of water and started filling it up, her piss-slut watching in anticipation. "You're such an eager little piss-drinking whore," she mused, pouring the contents of the pitcher down her throat before refilling it with more of their own piss. "Drink up, my pisslut."