Scat-Girls - Princess Chat 57 Part2

In the opulent palace bathroom, the two scat-girls, Queen Bee and Princess Pee, continued their toilet slavery session with their new toilet slave. As instructed in the previous position, the slave obediently opened his mouth wide and allowed Queen Bee to fill it with her hot, steaming piss. Satisfied with his performance, Queen Bee moved on to the next phase of their perverse game.

Princess Pee took her place in front of the toilet slave, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now it's my turn, slave," she purred, peeling off her luxurious pee-coloured panties. As she lowered herself gently onto the golden throne, her warm, supple ass brushed against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "Open wide," she commanded, her inviting pussy mere inches from his face.

Obeying her order without hesitation, the toilet slave parted his lips and waited for the deluge about to wash over him. Princess Pee's piss stream hit him full force, rushing into his mouth and down his throat. The taste was both exhilarating and degrading, a potent mix of pee and power that sent shockwaves of arousal through his body. He could feel the warm liquid coursing through his veins, filling him with Princess Pee's essence.

As the Princess finished her golden shower, she leaned back, her eyes boring into his. "Mmm, that was exquisite," she murmured, running a finger along his chin, catching a stray drop of her urine. "Your obedience is truly refreshing, slave." She grinned wickedly, her pearly whites catching the light. "Now it's time for the main course."

Princess Pee rose from the throne, her pee-soaked panties clinging to her glistening thighs. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to the toilet bowl and positioned herself above it. With a flourish, she spread her legs wide, presenting her dripping wet pussy to the shocked toilet slave. "Drink up, slave," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. "Every drop of my pee belongs to you."

With trembling hands, the toilet slave unfastened his bubble-gum pink collar and positioned himself between Princess Pee's legs. Kneeling before her, he leaned in, the unmistakable scent of fresh urine filling his nostrils. He felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he prepared to consume Princess Pee's golden nectar. Slowly, carefully, he positioned his tongue at the entrance to her pussy and began lapping up her sweet, salty liquid.

Princess Pee let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into his hair as he pleasured her. The toilet slave could feel the warmth spreading through his body, the powerful cocktail of pee and pleasure washing over him. As he drank deeper, he felt himself growing harder, his cock pushing against his tight latex pants. He knew that this was not just about drinking pee - it was about submission, about giving up his will to the scat-girls who ruled over him.

Captivated by the sight of their toilet slave drinking her pee, Queen Bee stepped forward, running her fingers through his hair. "Mmm, you're such a good little toilet slave," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck. "Do you want more?"

The toilet slave looked up at her, his eyes begging for permission. Just the sight of Queen Bee, her silhouette etched against the mirror, was enough to make him tremble with desire. Slowly, she nodded, her long blonde hair swishing gently around her shoulders. "Very well then, my dear slave," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "Drink up every last drop."

With renewed vigor, the toilet slave plunged his tongue deeper into Princess Pee's pussy, slurping up her pee with relish. As he did so, Queen Bee moved around behind him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. With a sultry groan, she began to stroke him, her fingers tracing patterns over the soft latex, her fingernails grazing lightly against his sensitive skin. The combined sensations of drinking pee, being pleasured by Princess Pee, and feeling the warm touch of Queen Bee were too much for him to bear - he felt himself on the brink of orgasm.

Finally, as the last drops of Princess Pee's pee disappeared down his throat, Queen Bee pulled him back by his hair, chuckling softly. "That's a good boy," she purred, threading her fingers through his messy bubble-gum pink curls. "Now it's time for you to show us how well you've trained." She turned to Princess Pee, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I think our new toilet slave is ready for his first toilet duty."

As the two scat-girls left the bathroom, the toilet slave's heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what had just happened - he had never experienced anything so intense, so primal. But he knew that this was just the beginning of his training - a training that would teach him to surrender his body and his soul to the scat-girls who ruled over him.