ScatqueensBerlin - My Old Neighbor is a Scat Eater - Peeing Part

Mistress Michelle and Lady Joice, two of the most sought-after Scatqueens in Berlin, were in the midst of their usual discussion about their slaves. They had just finished reviewing the performance of the previous day's slave and were now eagerly anticipating the arrival of the next one. As they spoke, their eyes scanned the corridor outside their luxurious studio apartment, carefully observing any signs of movement from the waiting slave. Lady Joice, her eyes sparkling with excitement, turned to Mistress Michelle and whispered, "I can't wait to see which slave it is this time. I've got something really special planned for him." She licked her lips, her tongue darting out teasingly. Mistress Michelle raised an eyebrow in anticipation, her gaze locked on the door. "Oh? And what might that be?" She asked, her voice hushed but curious. Suddenly, the door swung open and there he was: the new slave. He stood before them, trembling with anticipation as his gaze darted nervously between the two women. Mistress Michelle's mouth curled into a smile, her teeth gleaming menacingly against her tanned skin. "Ah yes," she purred, "we've seen you before." Lady Joice's face broke into a wicked grin as she stepped forward. "You have no idea how much fun we're going to have with you, slave." She pinched his chin, forcing him to look her in the eye. "But first," she purred, "we must take care of some business." Mistress Michelle led the way into the bathroom, motioning for the slave to follow. As he stepped inside, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through his body. He knew what was coming, and despite himself, he couldn't suppress a small moan of excitement. Lady Joice pushed him towards the toilet bowl, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Bend over," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. As he obeyed, his heart racing in his chest, she whispered into his ear, "You're going to love this, slave." And with that, she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, forcing his mouth open. Mistress Michelle stepped behind him, her hand reaching between his legs. She could feel his excitement growing, the telltale signs of his arousal already starting to make itself known. Slowly, she pulled out her cock, its massive size creating an even greater sense of helplessness within him. As she positioned it at the entrance to his mouth, Lady Joice spoke once more. "You know what to do, slave," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. And with that, she let loose a stream of pee, hitting the back of his throat and filling his mouth with her warm, golden liquid. Mistress Michelle watched with amusement as the slave struggled to swallow all of her piss. She grinned wickedly, knowing that this was just the beginning. As Lady Joice continued to pee into his mouth, she grabbed a dirty sock from a nearby pile and stuffed it into his mouth, forcing the now-full sock down his throat. With a satisfied smile, Lady Joice pulled away, wiping her hands on a nearby towel. "Not so much fun talking now, is it?" She chortled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Mistress Michelle stepped forward, her cock still dripping with precum. "Oh yes," she purred, "we'll definitely have fun with him." Without another word, she positioned herself behind the slave and thrust her hogtied cock deep into his tight, eager ass. As she began to fuck him hard and fast, Mistress Michelle couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control wash over her. This was what she lived for: reducing her slaves to mindless, pleasure-addicted wrecks, completely at her mercy. And as she felt the slave's warmth envelop her cock, his moans of pleasure echoing around the room, she knew that her work here was far from done. With a wicked grin, Mistress Michelle turned to Lady Joice. "Your turn next," she purred, "and I can't wait to see what you have planned for him."