Toilet Slaves Scatology - Man Comes Home to Face Sitting and Pissing in Mouth! - Part 1

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Man Comes Home to Face Sitting and Pissing in Mouth! - Part 1 The door shut with a soft click as he locked it behind him, his heart racing with anticipation. He had never been so nervous in his life, wondering what to expect as he entered the room. It was normally a spare bedroom, but now it had been transformed into an erotic chamber of desire. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her, standing in the middle of the room fully dressed in a tight-fitting latex outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. "Hello, toilet slave," she greeted him nonchalantly, her tone cold. She had been waiting for him, her face a mask of disdain as she watched him approach. He stood before her, his mind whirling with confusion and arousal, not quite sure what to make of the situation. She was his Mistress, and he was her loyal toilet slave, but this was something entirely different. "Take off your clothes, slave," she commanded, her voice stern. He did as he was told, his hands shaking slightly as he struggled with his clothes. He couldn't help but feel her presence lingering over him, watching every move he made with cold eyes. Finally, he was naked before her, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited her next command. "Lay down on the floor, slave," she instructed, her voice echoing around the room. He hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, lying down on his back with his hands at his sides. He felt a sense of dread washing over him as he waited for what would come next. He heard the sound of fabric ripping and watched in horror as she tore the groin portion of her outfit, revealing her shiny black panties to him. "You're going to be a good toilet slave for me tonight, aren't you?" she taunted, smirking. Before he could respond, she climbed on top of him, straddling his face as she sat down heavily. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her wet crotch against his lips, her hot breath brushing against his skin. His world became focused on her, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. "Say it," she whispered huskily, her eyes flashing with lust. "I'm your toilet slave," he replied obediently, his voice quivering. She pressed her weight down on him, keeping him pinned under her as she began to pee onto his face. He couldn't believe what was happening, feeling the warm, stinging liquid splash against his skin. She giggled wickedly as he tried in vain to turn away from the stream, her legs gripping him tightly so that there was no escape. "Drink it, toilet slave," she purred, her voice low and seductive. As she spoke, she slowly lowered her crotch closer to his face, letting the stream of her urine cascade down onto his lips. He tried to resist at first, but the taste was strangely addictive—salty and bitter yet oddly enticing. He opened his mouth, letting the liquid pour down his throat as he moaned submissively under her. She kept him there, pinned under her as she continued to empty her bladder onto his face and down his throat. He couldn't believe the intensity of the experience, feeling every drop of her pee as it soaked into his skin. Finally, she released him, sitting up and hanging onto his head as she continued to drip-feed him her piss. "That's a good slave," she purred, her fingers playing in his hair. As he lay there, panting and covered in her pee, he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming arousal mixed with fear. This was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he knew that this was just the beginning. His toilet slave training would continue until she was satisfied, and he couldn't wait to find out what would happen next.