Toiletslaveanddommes - LADY ANNE and Faith - JOI strapon and peeing in fishnets part 4

Toiletslaveanddommes - LADY ANNE and Faith - JOI strapon and peeing in fishnets part 4

After returning to the studio after a short vacation, Mistress Andreea invited her good friend Lady Anne for a chat. Then Andreea received some phone calls and she left Anne with Faith. After the erotic handjob session in which she turned him on and made his cock big, Lady Anne put on her strapon and started busting his ass in different positions. At the end she peed in a bowl placed right in front of his mouth and eyes so that he could only see but not feel the golden stream from her mature pussy. All he could feel was the warmth emanating from the piss in the bowl! Obviously there followed another session of toilet slavery but that was in another episode.

In this part, Faith was still lying on the studio floor, exhausted yet aroused by the intense fucking he had just endured. It had been a dream come true for him to be both the bottom and the receiver of Lady Anne's largesse. But now it was time for Faith to do his duty as a toiletslave, and clean up the mess left by their activities. The bowl of pee was still there, a reminder of the golden shower he had just witnessed. And as Lady Anne sauntered back into the room, her hips swaying seductively, Faith knew what was coming next.

With a sultry smile on her lips, Lady Anne approached the toiletslave. She leaned down and whispered into his ear, her breath tickling his neck. "Time to clean up the mess you've made, Faith. But don't worry, I have a special surprise for you." She chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down Faith's spine. "You're such a good toiletslave, Faith. Always so eager to please."

Faith trembled with anticipation as Lady Anne unzipped her fishnets and pushed them down, revealing her lush, hairy muff. Slowly she lowered herself onto the chair, positioning herself above Faith's face. Her scent - a heady mix of sweat, sex, and pee - was intoxicating. Faith ground his hips against the floor, begging for more.

Lady Anne smiled cruelly and grabbed Faith's cock, squeezing it hard. "Don't think this is over, Faith. We've only just begun. Now, open your mouth."

Obediently, Faith opened his mouth, and Lady Anne lowered herself onto his face, her sweaty pussy rubbing against his lips. She began grinding against him, her labia slick with her own juices. It was intoxicating; Faith couldn't believe he was allowed to taste her after everything they'd done. As she rode him, Lady Anne reached down and grabbed the bowl of pee, bringing it up to his face.

"Now,' she purred, "I want you to enjoy this. Taste my pee, Faith. Drink it down." Her words sent shivers of anticipation down Faith's spine. He parted his lips, eager for her to pour the golden liquid down his throat. As he gulped down her piss, he felt her hips buck against him, and he knew she was about to release another jet of urine onto him. And he wanted it. He needed it.

Faith moaned as Lady Anne's hot piss cascaded over him, soaking into his clothes and making him shudder with pleasure. He reached out with one hand, touching himself as he tasted her essence on his lips. It was the most erotic experience of his life, and he knew he would never be free from this addiction. As Lady Anne finally pulled away, leaving him surrounded in a pool of his own satisfaction, Faith looked up at her, his eyes shining with gratitude.

"Thank you, Lady Anne. I'm your toiletslave forever." With those words, Faith knew that he had found his place in the world - beneath the perfect pussy of Lady Anne, tasting her pee and begging for more.

Lady Anne chuckled darkly. "Of course, Faith. You're my favorite toiletslave. Now, get to work cleaning up this mess." She watched as Faith struggled to his feet, still hard despite the intensity of their encounter. He looked up at her, pleading with his eyes, before lowering himself back down to the floor and beginning to clean up the mess they'd made.

As he did so, Lady Anne smiled softly to herself. It was clear that Faith was more than just a toiletslave - he was devoted to her, body and soul. And she would make sure he always stayed that way. She looked down at her own body, feeling the weight of their encounter still lingering between her legs. With a contented sigh, she reached down and began stroking herself gently, already anticipating their next encounter. It seemed that there would always be more to learn about this peculiar sort of addiction - but one thing was for sure: Lady Anne would never grow tired of being worshipped by her devoted toiletslave, Faith.

With that thought in mind, Lady Anne leaned back in her chair, surveying her handiwork. All around her, Faith was busily cleaning up the remnants of their lustful encounter - and she couldn't be happier. She was in control, and he was her willing servant. It was a feeling unlike anything she'd ever experienced before - and she knew that she would never grow tired of it.

So, with a contented smile on her lips, Lady Anne settled back in her chair, ready to bask in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Because for her, this was just the beginning. There were countless more toiletslave to be found, and countless more ways to make them worship her in the most intimate of ways. And as she waited for her next victim to arrive, she couldn't help but imagine all the ways she could break them - and claim them as her own.

Lady Anne closed her eyes, the sound of Faith's busywork providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. In her mind's eye, she saw him on his knees, head bowed in reverence as he tasted her essence once more. It was all so perfect - and she couldn't wait to see what adventures waited just around the corner.

With a contented sigh, Lady Anne leaned back in her chair, letting the weight of the world fade away. For now, she was simply the Mistress - and the toiletslave would do her bidding, no matter what it took. And she couldn't be happier about it.