Scat and Piss Femdom - food and piss

Lady Lucy seemed to have an abundance of delightful treats today. As the scat-obsessed slave cowered in anticipation, she winked seductively and set out an elaborate feast before him. He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in his pants as he gazed upon the sight of temptation. One particularly delicious-looking dish caught his eye - it was a mound of sweet, chewed up food - mixed with something else... something that sparkled in the light.

As he tentatively approached the dish, Lady Lucy leaned in close, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "Go ahead," she purred, running her manicured fingers through his hair. "It's a special treat just for you." His heart pounded in anticipation, and he eagerly scooped up a spoonful of the delectable mixture. The taste was unlike anything he had experienced before - it was both sweet and tangy, with a subtle salty undertone. But there was something else there too - a distinct, intoxicating aroma that made his stomach churn and his cock throb even harder.

It took him a moment to realize what it was. As Lady Lucy watched with amused curiosity, he looked closer at the dish. The glinting specks in the mixture weren't just flecks of spice or sparkling sugar. They were tiny droplets of golden nectar – his beloved Mistress's own piss.

His knees went weak, and he felt a warm rush of fluid pooling in his crotch. He couldn't believe she would stoop so low, but at the same time, he couldn't get enough. He forced himself to swallow another bite, savoring every delectable morsel mixed with her precious fluids. As he continued to consume the piss-infused feast, he found himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. He didn't care that he was reduced to this – a helpless slave, living off his own filth. All that mattered was the way it made him feel – warm, full, and utterly euphoric.

By the time he had finished the last morsel, he felt completely drained. He looked up at her, his face flushed and his cock throbbing, waiting for her next command. And she did not disappoint. With a sinister grin, she produced a tiny cup from behind her back and motioned for him to drink it.

"What is it?" He asked, his voice trembling with anticipation. "Pure, unfiltered Mistress Lucy," she purred, taking a deep drag from her cigarette. "Drink up, slave." Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and gulped down the potent liquid, savoring the taste of urine as it slid down his parched throat. As he sat there, panting and spent, he knew that there was nowhere else he would rather be than at the mercy of his beloved Lady Lucy.