Scat and Piss Femdom - two times pissing

Slave Toto found himself once again squirming on the piss-stained floor of his mistress's dungeon. Princess Rachel Evans, clad in nothing but a sheer black dress that barely concealed her ample curves, stood above him with a satisfied smirk. Her high heels clicked on the stone floor as she surveyed her disheveled plaything with disdain. She had been teasing Toto all day, taunting him with her perfect body and the puddles of piss she left for him to lap up like a loyal pet. Now, it was finally time to give him what he craved most - her thick, hot piss bathing his face and chest in a tide of humiliation and arousal. "Open wide, Toto," Rachel commanded, her voice heavy with amusement. Without hesitation, Toto parted his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, tangy mixture of her piss and his own sweat. Rachel's flow was constant, unending; it was as if she were a gushing waterfall of golden nectar meant just for him. He drank greedily, relishing every drop- each warm stream sending shivers down his spine and his cock standing at full attention beneath him. "You feel so empty without my piss, don't you?" she purred, slowly stepping back from him to admire his desperation. "You know what else empties you out?" With that, she hooked a finger into her tightly packed snatch and scooped out a generous amount of her foul-smelling shit, swirling it around in circles before bringing it to his eager lips. Toto whimpered in anticipation as he opened wide, eager for another taste of his mistress's dominance. The taste was both rancid and strangely delicious, filling his mouth with both disgust and excitement. Rachel's golden shower continued unabated, drenching his face and body in piss as she circled around him, taunting him with her nearness yet always keeping just out of reach. She teased him, letting tiny streams dribble down his face and neck before finally granting him the ultimate release-her bare pussy hovering above his quivering lips. He eagerly lapped at her sticky folds, drinking in the tangy mixture of her piss and juices as they flowed freely from her. Finally, when it seemed like there could be no more, Rachel issued one final command: "Stand up." Slowly, shamefully, Toto rose to his feet, towered over by his incredible mistress. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having pleased her so well. "Now it's time for round two," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. For what felt like hours, Rachel pumped stream after stream of hot piss directly onto Toto's hungry cock, washing it clean of any remaining remnants of their shared intimacy. The warmth was overwhelming, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away. It was all part of the game. And so it continued-Princess Rachel Evans rinsing away the last of Toto's shredded dignity under a torrent of her golden nectar. But even as he trembled before her, there was no denying the overpowering rush of lust that threatened to consume him. Each dip of her hips sent shivers down his spine, each grunt of pleasure echoing through the fetid dungeon. When at last she finished, Rachel stepped back, surveying her work with a satisfied smirk. Toto stood before her, covered in her piss and waste, shining like a prize pupil under her firm control. "Very good, Toto," she whispered, stroking his cheek with a manicured nail. The soft touch sent shivers down his spine, and he leaned into her touch, desperate for more. "But remember," she continued, "this is merely a taste of what I can do to you. A gentle reminder that you belong to me, body and soul." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Toto there in a puddle of his own making. But even as he stood alone once more, he knew that his mistress's gaze would be upon him, her taunts ringing in his ears long after she had left the room. For Toto, there was no greater humiliation, no greater pleasure, than serving at the feet of his Scat and Piss Femdom Mistress Rachel Evans.