Lady Bella - Toilet slave is filling with champagn and kaviar

Luxuriating in her decadent lifestyle, Lady Bella was settled comfortably on her throne, her delicate legs adorned in sheer, silken stockings that hinted at the secret desires she held dear. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight as she surveyed her toilet slave, bound before her with his mouth gaping wide open in anticipation. She savored the moment, taking her time to draw out the edgy anticipation that coiled tight inside him. Dressed in an emerald green silk robe that cascaded around her lithe frame, she slowly sank deeper into the opulent chamber pot, her plump derriere rising gracefully into the air. The scent of expensive champagne filled the air, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of her freshly-fertilized petunia plant on the windowsill. Her slave watched breathlessly as she reached back, his gaze fixed on the glistening beads of urine that trickled between her plump cheeks and down her smooth thighs. With a low, husky chuckle, she looked up at him, her lips curled in a wicked smile. "Well, my toilet slave," she purred, "it seems you're about to get quite the treat." Tilting her head to one side, she contemplated him for a moment before continuing. "You see, I've been enjoying myself rather too much tonight - drinking copious amounts of champagne and indulging in my favorite delicacy: kaviar." Her eyes glittered with hunger as she leaned in closer. "And your mouth is going to be the vessel that cleanses it all away." As if to emphasize her point, she leaned back again and gave an extravagant sigh of relief, her golden locks cascading around her like a halo. The splash and gurgle of her filling the chamber pot echoed in the small room, the scent of rich earthy fertilizer filling his nose. His cock twitched helplessly in his tight silken bonds, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum at the thought of what was to come. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, her hand reaching down between her legs to finger herself idly. "Ahh, that's better," she moaned softly. "But I still have plenty more where that came from. More champagne, more kaviar..." Her voice trailed off into a low moan as she ground her hips against her palm. "And then... you, my toilet slave, will be here to clean up my mess." Her fingers left her wet folds, and with a wicked grin, she held up the chrome-plated pronged colander that she'd been using to strain the kaviar from her urine. The gleaming object reflected stray sunbeams, dancing around the room in a mesmerizing spectacle. As she lowered it into the chamber pot, the resulting splash and gurgle filled his ears, making him shudder with anticipation. "My, my," she purred, scooping a small amount of the golden liquid out of the pot with a silver ladle. "You really are eager, aren't you?" Teasing him further, she traced one finger across his bottom lip. His tongue flicked out to taste the champagne-scented moisture, sending shivers down his spine. "Well," she said finally, giving him a wink. "I suppose there's no harm in giving you a little taste of what's to come." With that, she leaned over and spat a mouthful of her pee directly into his waiting maw. His tongue flicked out eagerly, lapping at her warm, sweet nectar as she watched with hungry eyes. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured, her voice betraying her arousal. "Now, be a good boy and swallow every last drop. Because soon, you won't have a choice." And so he did. Her pee slid down his throat in slow, steady sips, filling his belly with the heady scent of champagne and the rich, earthy tang of kaviar. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste, willing himself to be satisfied for now. Because he knew what was coming next. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled the colander out of the chamber pot, wriggling her hips in delight as she felt the warmth seeping into her silken underwear. "There's still plenty more where that came from," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to be quite the toilet slave tonight." And with those words, she leaned back once more, reclining in her luxurious seat and gazing down at him with unbridled anticipation.