Scat and Piss Femdom - find a piss slave

As I was taking a relaxing bath, the images of my previous Femdom experiences began to dance through my mind. I couldn't help but fantasize about the perfect piss slave who would kneel before me, his mouth wide open, eagerly awaiting my golden nectar to fill it. Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening caught my attention. I raised my eyebrow in anticipation, my heart racing with excitement at the possibility of finding my ideal piss slave after all. As he stepped into the room, my breath hitched in my throat - he was perfect. Tall, muscular, and completely under my control.

He knelt down before me, his head bowed low, and gazed up at me with adoration in his eyes. My power was intoxicating to him, and it filled me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Without a word, I stood up and stepped out of the tub, my wet, slippery body glistening in the soft bathroom light. I walked up behind him, my breasts brushing against his back, and slowly unzipped my wet suit. With a gentle tug, it slid down my body, dropping it to the ground with a soft plop.

I gently grasped his chin and lifted his face up to meet mine. "Are you ready to become my piss slave?" I asked, my voice low and seductive. He nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. I smiled and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his lips before moving back. "Then open your mouth."

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide, revealing a sea of pink inside. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face as I stepped forward once more, my hands gently running through his hair. I lowered myself onto the edge of the bathtub, straddling him so that our bodies were flush. I placed one hand on the back of his head, guiding his face closer to my sex filled with excitement and anticipation.

I gave him one last chance to back out, but he remained steadfast in his submission. With a triumphant smirk, I leaned forward and slowly began to lower myself onto his face. The warmth of my pussy engulfed him, the smell of my arousal filling his nostrils as I began to grind against him. Feeling myself get wetter by the second, I knew it wouldn't be long now.

Finally, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I pulled away from his face, my ass still hovering above him. Without hesitation, I lowered my lips to his ear. "You know what to do," I whispered huskily, my voice thick with desire. He looked up at me, his eyes shining with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. With a nod, he began to lick his lips slowly from bottom to top, preparing himself for what was to come.

I leaned back down, positioning myself over his face once more. This time, I lowered myself slowly, feeling the cool air of the room brush against my dripping wet pussy. As my pussy lips made contact with his eager mouth, he moaned loudly, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I groaned in pleasure as he began to lap at me eagerly, his tongue darting in and out of my folds.

It wasn't long before I was overcome with pleasure. With a loud moan, I let go, pouring my warm, messy cum into his mouth. He greedily swallowed every last drop, groaning loudly as he felt my muscles clenching around his face. I held myself up for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm myself down before stepping off of him.

As I knelt down beside him, I took hold of his chin once more, staring deep into his eyes. "Do you wish to become my piss slave?" I asked, my voice low and threatening. He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Good," I murmured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his forehead. "Because I have plans for you, my little piss slave."