Scat and Piss Femdom - short piss

Princess Nikki sat on her luxurious golden throne, dressed in a diaphanous gown that fairy dust seemed to swirl around her like a halo. Her long, lithe legs were crossed gracefully, covered only by a sheer veil of lace. She glanced down at her submissive slave lying at her feet, their eyes locked on her every move, tongue tentatively tracing the edge of their lips in anticipation.

The slave watched intently as Princess Nikki took a bite of the decadent cake in front of her, their mouth watering at the sight and smell of the sweet treat. But then she remembered that their place wasn't to eat, but rather to serve and please their Mistress.

Princess Nikki looked down at her slave with a mischievous glint in her eye. She could see the hunger and desire in their gaze, almost like an addiction. And she knew exactly how she could satisfy both hers and her slave's desires.

Slowly, she reached for the hem of her dress, pushing it up ever so slightly to reveal the lacy edge of her black panties. Her slave let out a soft moan, unable to contain themselves any longer. Princess Nikki smiled, reassuring them that this was only the beginning.

She stood up from her throne, grandly sweeping her skirts behind her as she stepped down onto the floor. With a sultry sway of her hips, she made her way over to where her slave was kneeling, their eyes never leaving her every move.

Princess Nikki stopped just inches away from her slave, their bodies practically touching. She bent forward slightly, allowing her ample breasts to brush against the trembling form of their Mistress. With one seductive smile, she whispered into their ear, "Do you want some of my cake, my little one?"

The slave nodded eagerly, their mouth watering at the thought of tasting even just a small morsel of their Princess's food. But Princess Nikki had other plans for them.

She hooked her finger into the waistband of her panties, slowly inching them closer to her both passionate and terrified slave. Their heart hammered against their chest as they watched, breathless, as Princess Nikki teased them with her panties.

With a sudden, surprisingly gentle movement, Princess Nikki lowered herself onto the slave's face. Their mouth open in shock, the slave felt the warmth of their Princess's pussy against their lips, the smell of her arousal filling their nostrils. Princess Nikki chuckled softly then, her pussy already leaking onto her slave's tongue.

She held herself up for what felt like an eternity to the slave, her hips swaying gently as she teased them. Finally, she lowered herself down onto the slave's face, the weight of her body pressing them into the cold, hard floor. The slave moaned into Princess Nikki's pussy, their tongue darting out to taste every single inch of her wetness.

Princess Nikki groaned, the pleasure coursing through her body. She thrust her hips upwards, grinding her pussy against her slave's face. Her slave moaned again, unable to believe that they were experiencing such an incredible pleasure at the hands - and pussy - of their beloved Princess.

With one final thrust, Princess Nikki let out a cry of ecstasy, her body shivering with pleasure. She remained still for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Then, with a wicked grin, she stood up, leaving a trail of her own juices on her slave's face and in their mouth.

Princess Nikki walked back over to her throne, her slave following close behind, their eyes never leaving the object of their devotion. She sat down gracefully, her eyes locked on her slave's as they knelt before her.

With a sly smile, Princess Nikki reached for the glass of water that was within arm's reach. She took a small sip, then leaned forward, her lips brushing against the rim of the glass. Slowly, she lifted the glass up to her slave's mouth, allowing them to taste the mix of her own juices and the water.

As their tongue explored the taste of their Princess's essence, Princess Nikki spoke softly to them. "You see, my little one," she whispered, "you don't need to worry about ever wanting more cake again, because you already have the sweetest treat of all right here with me."

She giggled and then took another sip of her water, this time letting a few drops fall onto the floor in front of her slave. Their eyes widened as they realized what she meant: they were to clean up her mess with their tongue.

Princess Nikki watched with satisfaction as her slave lowered their face to the floor, eagerly lapping up every single drop of her spit and sweat. She smiled to herself, content in the knowledge that she had complete control over her slave, and that they would do anything she asked, no matter how humiliating or depraved.

As they finished cleaning up her mess, Princess Nikki reached down once again, this time handing her slave the remainder of her cake. They took it gratefully, their hearts full of both love and desire for their beloved Princess. And as she sank back into her throne, her slave could only wonder: what would she ask of them next?