Toiletslaveanddommes - Drinking piss from Godess in her room

In Godess's luxurious room, a divine aura of sultriness and allure wafted through the air as she found herself unable to contain a desperate need. The Godess, clad in an elegant gown that hugged her curves, called her toiletslave with urgency. Upon arrival, the slave found his Mistress standing in front of a golden toilet, her blonde hair cascading down her back and her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Godess wasted no time in instructing her devoted servant. "Kneel before your Mistress," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The slave did as he was told, kneeling at her feet and looking up into her eyes filled with temptation. He could sense the eagerness emanating from his Godess as she stepped closer, her body enveloping him in an intoxicating aroma of power and sex.

"Today, you shall worship the Godess's flow," she declared, reaching down to unfasten her golden gown, revealing a black lacy thong and barely concealed pussy. Godess teased him, running her fingers along his chin before diving into the moist depths of her heat. She took her time, letting him savor every inch of her body, his tongue dancing along her labia and clit, sending shivers of delight through both of them.

Finally, when she deemed him ready, Godess commanded, "Drink my champagne, you pathetic toiletslave." Without further ado, she lifted her gown and straddled the slave's face, positioning her dripping wet pussy above his eager mouth. The sweet smell of her arousal and the sight of her thick, glistening fluids were enough to drive him wild with desire. He opened his mouth, ready to receive the Godess's nectar.

With a flow reminiscent of a fountain, Godess emptied her bladder directly into his waiting mouth. The hot, salty liquid poured down his throat, filling him up with her essence. She continued for what seemed like an eternity, her powerful stream showing no signs of abating. When she finally pulled away, the slave could feel her piss sloshing around in his stomach, rendering him utterly helpless to her every whim.

Looking down at her exhausted toiletslave, Godess smiled kindly. "Good boy," she said softly, running a gentle hand through his hair. "Now lick every drop from my floor." And so began another round of worship at the feet of the divine Godess, with the toiletslave licking up every drop of her holy fluids that remained on the floor.