SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - Martina queens mobile toilet

Martina, the cruel Chinese mistress, had returned from a lavish dinner party and was in a playful mood. She summoned her toilet slave, who crawled over to her on his hands and knees. His name was Charles and he had been serving her for several years. As he approached, he could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her recent meal. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," she said, her voice chilling. "Have you been a good little slave while I was gone?" Charles shook his head, knowing better than to speak. He had spent the evening cleaning the toilets in the guest bathroom and polishing the silverware. It wasn't nearly enough to please her. Martina took a seat on her throne-like toilet and crossed her long, elegant legs. "I think it's time for some punishment," she purred, her tone warning of the pain to come. She leaned back, bracing herself against the walls of the mobile toilet, and motioned for Charles to crawl closer. His heart raced as he approached, knowing what was about to happen. She lifted her sparkling evening gown, exposing her silk-covered thighs. "Lick my high heels, slave," she commanded. Charles lowered his head, his tongue tracing the intricate patterns on her shoes. He could feel her heel pressing against his nose, urging him to taste her scent. The leather was drenched in expensive perfume, but he dared not show any displeasure. Martina lifted one foot off the floor, resting it on Charles' shoulder. "That's better," she said, her footing shifting against him. "But you know what would make me really happy?" Charles shook his head, his eyes locked onto her shapely leg. "What?" he whispered. She lowered her foot to the floor, giving Charles a moment's reprieve. "I think it's time for you to taste my dinner. Open wide, slave." Charles' stomach churned, but he had no choice. He opened his mouth, revealing his tongue and frenulum. Martina leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "This is for me, Charles," she whispered before releasing a steady stream of warm urine into his waiting mouth. Charles swallowed, feeling the noxious liquid travel down his throat. He was used to this by now, but it never got any easier. Martina watched him intently, her face a mix of pleasure and disdain. "That's a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She lifted her skirt high, revealing her perfectly manicured pussy. "Now lick me clean. And be sure to show your appreciation." As Charles began to tend to his mistress, he couldn't help but wonder how far he would have to go to please her. He had seen other toilet slaves servicing her in this way, their tongues lapping at her like dogs. He wondered when his time would come, if it ever would. For now, he was content to serve as her personal toilet slave, cleaning up her messes and enduring her humiliating punishments.