Toilet Slaves Scatology - The Light Golden Delight!

Toilet Slaves Scatology - The Light Golden Delight!

The sunlight streamed into the opulent room, casting its warm rays upon the silky sheets and the naked female form lying on them. The woman, clad only in a pair of black lace panties, looked down upon her toilet slave with disdain. He was a pathetic little manlet, begging for her attention and approval.

She smirked as she watched him squirm beneath her gaze. "Get on your knees, you disgusting creature," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. The manlet immediately obeyed, crawling toward her on his hands and knees. "Good boy," she muttered under her breath, amused by his desperation to please her.

Without warning, the woman pushed aside the fabric covering her pee hole and giggled. Warm, golden fluid sprayed out onto the floor, barely missing the manlet's outstretched tongue. He whimpered in anticipation, knowing what was coming next. "Drink it up, you filthy animal," she snarled, her nostrils flaring. The manlet's eyes rolled back in his head in ecstasy as the scent of fresh piss filled the air.

He opened his mouth wide, eagerly accepting the mistress's offering. The warm liquid flowed over his tongue, down his throat, and filled his stomach with its rich, intoxicating flavor. The woman watched with detached amusement as her loyal slave devoured her urine, satisfied that he was completely under her control.

When the manlet had finished drinking, the woman sat up, her pee hole still exposed. "Now, clean up," she ordered, running her hand through her bush, coating it with her pee. She rubbed her hand against his face, forcing him to taste her moist, slightly salty juices. "Don't forget to clean yourself too," she sneered, slapping his chest with her free hand. "You don't want any unwanted guests in your body, do you?"

The manlet shook his head, his mind filled with thoughts of pleasing his mistress. He opened his mouth again, this time greedily lapping up the light golden delight that pooled on her hand. His tongue darted in and out of her bush, cleaning every inch of her sweet, wet folds. He moaned in delight as he savored the taste of his mistress's pussy juices, certain that it was the greatest honor to serve her in this way.

As the manlet licked and sucked at her moist folds, the woman watched with satisfaction. She knew that he was completely devoted to her, willing to do anything to please her. And while parts of her mind told her that this was wrong, depraved even, another part reveled in the power she held over him. After all, he was just a toilet slave, and she was his mistress. Nothing more needed to be said.