Lady Scarlet - Lady Scarlet - Black funnel for your drink (mobile)

Lady Scarlet, a dominatrix who specializes in toilet slavery, approached her bound and thirsty slave. He had been lying on the floor for hours, his mouth dry and begging for a sip of water. Lady Scarlet, amused by his desperation, had no intentions of providing him with a glass or bottle of water. Instead, she carried with her a black funnel, which she planned to use to humiliate her slave even further.

Sitting down on his chest, Lady Scarlet suppressed a satisfied smile as she felt his heart race beneath her. The mask she wore blocked his view of her face but couldn't hide the sadistic glee in her eyes. She decided to tease him a little by removing the cap from the funnel, taunting him with the taste of fresh air.

After a few moments of agonizing suspense, Lady Scarlet reached down and picked up her own saliva from the floor. She deliberately swirled it around in her mouth before spitting directly into the funnel. The saliva dribbled down, mixing with her fluids from earlier, creating a disgusting cocktail that was about to be forced down her slave's throat.

Feeling a small sense of mercy, Lady Scarlet reassured him that this would only be a small taste of what was to come. She allowed him a brief moment to catch his breath before leaning in close and whispering, "Now, let's see how well you can take your medicine."

With that, she firmly pressed the funnel into his mouth, shoving his head down towards the waiting liquid. The taste was foul, a mixture of her saliva and the lingering traces of her previous activities. But he had no choice but to swallow, knowing that if he didn't, he would suffocate. He felt the cool, slick walls of the black funnel against his tongue, pushing the thick, viscous liquid deeper into his throat.

As Lady Scarlet watched, she was filled with an almost overwhelming sense of power. Her slave was completely under her control, reduced to nothing more than a conduit for her filth. She continued to pour her spit and other fluids down the funnel, filling him up until he could barely breathe. Finally, satisfied that he had had enough, she pulled back and watched as he gagged and coughed, trying to expel the foul brew from his system.

Smirking, Lady Scarlet reached down and pulled off the funnel, revealing a face covered in her slave's spit. She stood up, leaving him gasping on the floor, and walked away to gather her things. Behind her, the slaver heard the sound of his own retching, the echoes of his humiliation bouncing off the walls of the room. But it was a small price to pay for the twisted pleasure he derived from serving Lady Scarlet, the Mistress of Toilet Slavery.