RosellaExtrem - Delicious champagne breakfast! My morning piss, a slave pissing in the mouth!

Waking up in the morning, RosellaExtrem savored the taste of champagne, sipping it slowly as she looked out at the sun dancing on the ocean. Her body was adorned with lingerie, her long hair flowing down her back, and a blissful smile gracing her lips. As she finished her glass, she felt a pang of pleasure from a certain perverse desire she had. "Ah, now it's time for my slave to awaken." She padded over to a chest at the foot of her bed, opening it to reveal a collar and leash. She picked them up, feeling the weight of them in her hand as she remembered the night before. The slave had been so eager to please, so eager for her to show him what she wanted. Smirking, she made her way towards the door, leaving the room behind. In the adjoining chamber, the slave stirred, moaning softly as he came to consciousness. His eyes flickered open, immediately focusing on her tired from the long night of pleasure they had shared, but filled with anticipation for what was to come. He looked down at himself, his body feeling sore and heavy from all the activities they had engaged in. RosellaExtrem entered the room, holding the collar and leash in one hand, the other carrying a glass of water for the slave. "Good morning, slave," she purred, kneeling down next to him. "Time for you to fulfill your purpose." She placed the collar around his neck, snapping it shut with a satisfying click. Then she attached the leash, tugging gently on it to make sure it was secure. Standing up, she led the slave towards the adjacent bathroom, guiding him inside and closing the door behind them. "Kneel down in front of me, slave," she commanded, her voice now hard and authoritative. He obeyed without hesitation, kneeling on the cold tiles before her. She leaned over slightly, giving him a clear view of her crotch, which was covered in a sheen of her urine. "You're lucky, slave. I've decided to let you drink my morning piss today." His eyes widened in delight at the thought, and she grinned maliciously. "But first, you're going to show me just how much you love my piss." She took the glass of water from the nightstand and held it out in front of him. "Drink this first, slave. Clean out your mouth so you can taste my piss properly." He opened his mouth obediently, and she poured the water into his mouth, watching as he swallowed every drop. Then, she lowered her pussy closer to his face, until their mouths were almost touching. "Now," she ordered, her voice low and threatening, "tell me why you deserve to taste my piss." His reply was immediate and humble. "I am your slave, RosellaExtrem. I will do anything to please you." She growled, pushing his head down towards her wet crotch. "Good boy." His tongue darted out, tasting the hot, salty liquid that dripped from her pussy. It was a unique flavor, one that he'd never tasted before but couldn't get enough of. He lapped at her eagerly, feeling her hips grind against his face in pleasure. RosellaExtrem watched, feeling a rush of power as she saw the slave's willingness to please her. She began to play with his hair, pulling gently on the roots, as she held back her piss. "Are you ready for more, slave?" She asked, her voice dripping with seduction. He moaned in response, nodding eagerly. "Yes, Mistress. I am ready for anything you want." She grinned wickedly, lifting her hips from his face. "Then open your mouth wide." He complied without hesitation, his mouth gaping wide in anticipation. She brought her hot, wet pussy down onto his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She held herself there for a moment, teasing him, before slowly beginning to urinate. Her piss flowed out, hot and strong, filling his mouth to the brim. He groaned in pleasure as he tasted her, swallowing each drop greedily. She watched as he purged her bladder, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at his submission. When she was finished, she pulled away, leaving a trail of her piss running down his chin. She chuckled darkly, knowing that he would drink every last drop. "Clean yourself up," she ordered, walking away from him. He nodded, rising to his feet unsteadily, his body still throbbing from the night's activities. He walked over to the toilet, bending down to cup some water in his hands, bringing it to his face. He splashed his face with the cool water, cleaning off her piss and the evidence of his submission. Then, he opened his mouth wide, waiting for her command. RosellaExtrem stood in front of him, a wicked grin on her face. "Good boy," she purred, stepping closer to him. She leaned down, lowering her pierced pussy into his waiting mouth. "Now, lick me clean." His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of her pussy, cleaning the last remaining traces of her piss from her skin. She felt his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking softly, and she moaned in pleasure. "That's a good boy," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, get on your knees and worship my pussy." Obediently, he knelt down, pressing his face into her crotch. He ran his tongue around her piercings, licking her clean from every inch. She gasped in pleasure, feeling his tongue working on her sensitive skin. "Yes," she murmured, running her hands over his head. "Show me just how much you love my piss and my pussy." And with that, she let him continue his worship, feeling the power and satisfaction that only a true mistress could achieve.