Mistress Sabina - TASTE MY CHAMPAGNE

Mistress Sabina smiled down at her eager toilet slave as she undid the silk sash holding up her glittering champagne-colored gown. The slave, kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her crotch, could barely contain his excitement as he anticipated his next taste of his Mistress's golden nectar. Mistress Sabina knew how much her slave loved her piss, and she was more than happy to oblige him.

She strode over to the full-length mirror that took up one wall of her lavish bathroom and lifted her gown, revealing her perfect ass encased in sheer black panties. She turned to face her reflection, her perfect round buttocks cheeky and inviting. Without any further preamble, she pushed down her panties, exposing her shaved pussy lips. Then, she aimed a slow, steady stream of urine directly at the bowed head of her toilet slave.

The slave closed his eyes in bliss as the warm, stinging liquid splashed onto his face. He could feel it dripping down his cheeks, course over his tongue, and drip into his gaping mouth. He savored every drop, swallowing it all greedily as his Mistress had trained him. When she finally finished, she stepped away from the mirror and sank down onto the toilet, her perfect ass sitting gently on top of his bowed head.

Mistress Sabina looked down at her piss-drenched slave with satisfaction. "Now, drink up," she commanded, pointing at the puddle forming at his feet. The slave knew better than to protest; he scooped up some of the fragrant liquid with his cupped hands and raised it to his Mistress's lips, letting the last few drops fall onto her perfect mouth before drinking the rest himself. His Mistress grinned in approval, feeling the warmth spread between her legs as she watched her toilet slave worship her.

With a satisfied sigh, Mistress Sabina stood and pulled up her drenched panties. "That's a good boy," she purred, ruffling the slave's hair. "You know how much I love watching you swallow my champagne." She stepped over the prostrate figure at her feet, the hem of her gown brushing against his face as she left the bathroom, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor.

As the door to Mistress Sabina's chambers closed behind her, the toilet slave remained where he was, his tongue flicking out to moisten lips stained with his Mistress's golden nectar. He knew there would be many more opportunities like this to taste his Mistress's incredible champagne, and he could hardly wait for the next time she called on him.