Scat and Piss Femdom - Mirror pee

The slave lay under the mirror, his head wedged beneath its sharp angles. He stared up at his Mistress as she prepared herself for a night out, the sound of running water echoing in the room. He watched in awe as she slipped out of her clothes, revealing her flawless body under the soft light. The sight of her naked form was enough to make him hard, but it was the knowledge that he was about to taste her pee that sent shivers down his spine. With a sultry smile, she turned her attention to him, her eyes shining with pleasure at his eagerness. "You've been such a good little slave," she purred, straddling his head. He could feel her warmth against his skin as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his face. She parted her thighs, giving him a glimpse of her smooth, pink pussy. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice dripping with anticipation. As he obediently opened his mouth wide, she leaned down and slowly lowered her glistening pussy onto his tongue. The taste of her womanhood was unlike anything he had ever experienced before – sweet and musky, with just the faintest tang of pee. With a delighted moan, she began to grind her hips against his face, her fingers tangled in his hair. He loved the feeling of her wetness on his tongue, the way it clung to his every move. The sound of her heavy breathing filled his ears, making him even harder as he worshipped her intimate folds. All too soon, he felt a warm stream of pee flowing over his tongue. He held his breath, savoring the unique flavor that mingled with her essence. She grunted in pleasure as she continued to piss onto his face, her thighs shaking with each powerful stream. Finally, she pulled away with a satisfied sigh, leaving him dripping in a mix of her juices and his own desire. "Such a good boy," she cooed, reaching down to help him onto his feet. She rinsed his face with warm water, smiling as she dried him off with a soft towel. "Now, go fetch me a fresh outfit from the closet," she ordered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He hurried to the closet, his heart racing with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see what his beautiful Mistress would wear next, and even more excited about the idea of tasting her pee again. As he carefully selected a dress for her, he felt a surge of love and adoration for his Mistress, grateful for the chance to serve her in any way she desired. Back in the room, he held up the dress for her inspection, his eyes glued to her perfect body. She strode towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Without a word, she reached down and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. He could feel her hot breath against his mouth, tasting himself on her lips. It was a heady mixture of thrill and fear, but he knew that he would follow his Mistress to the ends of the earth if that was what she desired. With a final squeeze of his shoulders, she slipped into the dress and turned to face him, smoothening out the wrinkles. He couldn't help himself; he dropped to his knees before her, his heart pounding in anticipation. She smiled down at him, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You really are a good boy," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. And then she was gone, off to enjoy her night out while he waited eagerly for her return.