Scat and Piss Femdom - Lady Pamela - Drink my Piss

Lady Pamela, a stunningly beautiful and dominant mistress, was not in the mood to tolerate any disobedience from her loser slave. She stepped out of her luxurious bathroom, her full lips curled into a mischievous smile as she saw the pathetic creature waiting at her feet, desperate for her attention. Without a word, Lady Pamela made her way over to her lapdog and straddled his puny form, gazing down at him with a mix of amusement and disgust. He whimpered in submission, unable to meet her eyes as she began to take out her frustration on him. First, she leaned down and pressed her lush lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth as he reluctantly kissed back. Then, she pulled away and tore off a strip of toilet paper from the nearby roll. Crouching down over him again, she roughly shoved the paper into his mouth, practically choking him with its unyielding wetness. Next, Lady Pamela pulled her pants down just enough to expose her perfect round ass, covered in barely there cotton. With a sultry grin, she leaned forward and teasingly tapped it against his face, rubbing the scent of her pussy onto his cheeks. Suddenly, the sound of water rushing filled the room as Lady Pamela stood up again, her hands on her hips. She stared down at her slave, her stomach rumbling with satisfaction as she realized what she wanted him to do next. Without another word, Lady Pamela stepped back towards the bathroom, her delicate ankle boots echoing on the marble floors. The slave knew exactly what she was asking; he struggled to his feet and hurried after her, trying not to salivate too much at the thought of tasting her sweet nectar. As they entered the bathroom, Lady Pamela leaned against the vanity, her blonde hair cascading down around her flawless porcelain skin. She could feel his hot breath against the backs of her thighs as he approached, his eyes wide with anticipation. Finally, she turned around just enough for him to see the gleaming gold necklace of her piss-soaked panties, glistening in the light. She smirked wickedly as he knelt down before her, mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. "Drink it," she commanded, her voice soft yet harsh. "All of it." The slave hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward, his tongue flicking out to taste the cold, bitter liquid that dripped from between her legs. He licked and lapped at the puddle formed on the floor, growing more adventurous as he trailed kisses and nibbles up her delicate thighs. Lady Pamela moaned softly, her hips buckling slightly as he drew closer to her center. His hot breath on her most sensitive spot caused her to shiver with pleasure mixed with pain, and she tightened her hold on the vanity behind her, preparing herself for the onslaught of pleasure that was sure to follow. As he drew closer, Lady Pamela slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her perky breasts to her disgusting pet. His trembling hands grasped at her silken skin, his rough fingers brushing against her erect nipples as he tried to free one to put in his mouth. With a lazy drawl, Lady Pamela leaned back against the counter once more, giving him full access to her glorious tits. He worshiped them with his lips and tongue, paying homage to the goddess who had allowed him even this minor form of pleasure. As he worked his magic, Lady Pamela leaned down once again, her exquisite hand shoving his face deeper into her crotch. His tongue lapped at the ample folds of her lady garden, tasting both the remnants of her piss and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Lady Pamela grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him up to look deep into his eyes. Her pupils were blown, her face flushed with desire. "You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. The slave could only nod his head in agreement, his throat still working to swallow the last of her potent nectar. Lady Pamela smiled, satisfaction coursing through her veins as she realized that she truly had this pathetic creature wrapped around her finger. With that, she pushed him away, still smiling. "Get up," she ordered, her tone now harsh once more. "Clean yourself up and go back to your spot by the door." The slave stood up shakily, his legs trembling as he tried to steady himself. He knew better than to argue with Lady Pamela, so he did as he was told, head hanging low as he walked back out into the main room to wait for his next command. Lady Pamela watched him go, her smirk growing more wicked by the second. She knew that every time she gave him a taste of pleasure, it only made him want more - and that meant she had complete control over him. She sashed, shaking her head in disbelief that such power could be so intoxicating. But then again, she was Lady Pamela – the most beautiful, the most dominating, and the most ruthless of them all.