Lady Scarlet - Lady Scarlet - Face chair and pee

In the dimly lit dungeon, the anticipation was thick as Lady Scarlet made her grand entrance. Her body, adorned in a fiery red latex that hugged every curve and highlighted her ample behind. She strolled towards her slave, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she watched him struggle to contain his excitement.

Reaching out, Lady Scarlet ran her fingers sensually over his cheek and down to his chin, before leaning in and whispering words of torment. "You've been a good slave, worshipping my divine ass from afar. Now it's time for you to taste my sweet nectar."

Moving towards a chair positioned in front of her, Lady Scarlet positioned herself strategically, her glistening asshole practically begging to be licked. She slowly lowered herself onto the chair, her muscular thighs spreading apart as her cheeks shook enticingly. "Today," she purred, her voice like honey laced with poison, "you will have the privilege of worshiping me."

As she pulled him closer, her ass resting comfortably against his face, Lady Scarlet let out a sigh of pleasure. "Slam your face against my divine source," she commanded, her body shuddering in anticipation. "A pleasure mixed with suffering awaits you."

The slave, hardly believing his luck, obeyed without hesitation. His tongue darted out, tracing the rim of her rosebud before slipping inside her tight entrance. Lady Scarlet moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body as he worked his magic. With each thrust of his tongue, he could feel her muscles clenching around him, driving him wild with lust.

"Excellent work, my pet," she praised, her voice breathless. "But I want more." She pulled away from him suddenly, her asshole clenching tightly. "Against your will, you will be shattered by my divine butthole."

The slave shuddered as he felt her tight ring of muscles slide past his lips, his nose pressing against her soft folds. She was about to repeat the motion when she hesitated, a wicked glint in her eye. "No," she moaned, her voice dripping with lust. "For now, you will simply breathe in my scent." She pulled away again, leaving him gasping for air, and placed her hand between his chest, pressing her scented palm against his mouth. "Enjoy it, my toilet slave."

Minutes ticked by as they sat like this, the slave's mind lost to the fog of longing and desire. He could feel his pants growing increasingly damp with anticipation. Suddenly, he felt something cool and wet against his face. Lady Scarlet had begun to piss, her hot liquid streaming down his face and into his mouth. "Drink it all up, my pet," she commanded, her voice low and threatening. "Every drop."

The slave did as he was told, chugging down her golden nectar as fast as he could. His tongue snaked out to lap up any drops that might have spilled on his cheeks or chin. His entire focus was on pleasing his mistress, on showing her just how loyal and devoted he was. When she finally finished, Lady Scarlet unplugged his mouth and leaned back in the chair, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Excellent work, my toilet slave," she purred, patting his head fondly. "Now, go and clean yourself up. We have many more pleasurable tasks ahead of us." With that, she rose from the chair and walked away, her red body flowing like molten lava across the dungeon floor.