Scat and Piss Femdom - second cam of cum in time or swollow piss

Lying behind her desk, Amira, a statuesque woman dressed in a tight-fitting suit, watched as her slave struggled to keep up with her demands. She had commanded him to cum just as the second hand on her watch reached the twelve o'clock position, and once again, he had failed. He knelt before her, his cock hard and pulsing, drops of precum glistening on its tip. Amira studied his face, searching for the shame and humiliation that should be etched there. She nodded her head slightly and looked down at her watch.

“You are really trying my patience with this,” she said, her voice cold but calm. “Clearly, you need a more severe punishment." She stood up from behind her desk, towering over him menacingly. "For disobeying my orders yet again, you will now be forced to swallow my piss."

As she spoke these words, Amira's demeanor changed. A smirk curled on her lips, and her eyes lit up with a mixture of pleasure and power. It was clear that she derived immense satisfaction from controlling every aspect of her slave's life, even down to his bodily functions. She stepped out of her suit heels, grabbed his chin with her left hand, and tilted his head back forcefully.

“Now," she said, her voice commanding, "I want you to open your mouth wide. If I don't like what I see, you'll be in even more trouble." With shaking hands, the slave did as he was told. Amira couldn't help but chuckle at his discomfort. It thrilled her—the thought that she could make this powerful man kneel before her, trembling and submissive. She pulled her skirt up just enough to expose her thong to him, then took a step back and lifted her leg onto the desk.

“Your punishment begins now," she said, grinning wickedly. "You will watch me pee, and then you will clean up my mess. And just so you know, I will be timing you closely. If you make a sound, it will be considered disobedience, and you will be sent back to square one. Understood?" She leaned over him, her breath hot on his neck. When he failed to respond immediately, she slapped him hard across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. "I'm waiting," she hissed softly.

The slave nodded, his heart racing. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the V-shaped target between Amira's legs. Amira grinned darkly. "Good boy," she purred before pulling back her forearm and letting loose a powerful stream of urine into his open mouth. The warm, stinging liquid filled his mouth, causing him to gag reflexively. But he didn't dare spit it out—not during his punishment.

Amira watched with satisfaction as the slave struggled to swallow her piss. She enjoyed seeing him in such a submissive state; it made her feel powerful and untouchable. When she finally lowered her leg, she stepped aside to allow the slave a moment to catch his breath. He rose slowly, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Now then, clean up my mess," she said, her voice cold and hard. "And remember, I will be timing you. If you don't cum in time, you will be punished again." With quivering hands, the slave reached for her wet thong and began to clean up the puddle of urine on the floor around her feet. Amira circled around him, watching him intently from behind. "Speed it up, slave," she growled. "I don't have all day."

Inside, Amira's heart raced with excitement. She loved the control she had over this man—the power to make him beg for pleasure and then punish him for disobedience. It was intoxicating, and she knew she could never give it up. As the slave hurried to clean up the mess he had made, Amira's eyes remained glued to her watch. The second hand inched closer to the twelve o'clock position. "Come on," she muttered under her breath. "Don't make me do this again."

With each passing second, the tension in the room grew thicker. Finally, Amira could stand it no longer. "Time's up," she said coldly. The slave froze, fear etched across his face. "Well?" she snarled. "What are you waiting for? Cum now or face the consequences." And with that, Amira's lips curled into a malicious smirk. She knew that she held all the power in this relationship, and she intended to use it to her full advantage.

The slave gripped his aching cock, his mind racing. He knew better than to disobey her command, but he also knew that the punishment would be harsh. Slowly, he began to shake his head from side to side. "No," he whimpered softly. "Please, no." But Amira wasn't moved by his pleas. If anything, they only fueled her desire to hurt him more.

Without another word, she strode over to him, grabbed his chin with one hand, and with the other, she gripped his rapidly hardening cock. "You have five seconds," she said, her breath hot against his ear. "One...two...three..." And with those words, she began to pump his cock, milking him until he felt the familiar sensation of impending release. "Four...five..." And with a final thrust, the slave cried out in ecstasy as he finally surrendered to the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

As cum exploded from his cock, Amira let go of him and stepped back, her work done. The slave collapsed to the floor, spent and exhausted. Slowly, he regained enough strength to crawl to her feet and begin licking up the remaining puddles of piss and cum. Amira watched with a mix of satisfaction and boredom, already planning her next move. The day was still young, and there was much work to be done.

For now, though, she would let her slave rest. There would be plenty of time for punishments later.