Toilet Slaves Scatology - Funnel Drinking Pee!

The mistress stood over her toilet slave, admiring the creation she had come up with. A plastic funnel attached to a thin tube, much like the one she had seen in that online video. It was slightly bent, just enough to reach the slave's open mouth from his prone position on the floor. She had spent hours making this contraption, carefully cutting and shaping the plastic until it was just right. Now, at last, the moment of truth had arrived.

She stepped forward, her bare feet inches away from his face. He trembled slightly as he felt her warm breath against his skin. She placed the funnel gently on his lips, the bristles pressing softly against his parted teeth. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the floor, her thick, steamy puddle of piss pooling around her knees.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she positioned her dripping cunt directly over the funnel. The slaver shifted slightly, eager to taste every drop of his mistress's golden nectar. She grinned wickedly as the heady scent filled his nostrils, making his cock twitch in anticipation.

Slowly, she began to ease her weight onto the funnel, feeling it press against her swollen sex lips. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt the cool plastic against her hot, sensitive flesh. As she pressed down harder, the stream of piss flowing from her pussy increased, becoming a torrent of golden liquid.

She leaned forward, tilting her pelvis to angle the funnel directly towards his open mouth. He could feel the warm, stinging liquid splashing against his tongue as he eagerly lapped up every drop. The taste of his mistress's essence filling his senses, driving him wild with desire.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bucked wildly, slamming her pelvis against the funnel and pushing him down into the thick mess of piss that now coated the floor. He whimpered as the salty liquid filled his mouth, his tongue lapping up every last drop.

Finally, spent, she collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. Around her, the air was thick with the smell of sweat, piss and desire. She looked down at her toilet slave, her gaze softening slightly as she acknowledged the depth of his devotion. With a satisfied smile, she reached down and gently caressed his cheek, leaving a trail of her nectar-slicked fingers on his skin. "Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Now clean yourself up."