Toilet Slaves Scatology - She Dominates & Pees All Over Me! - Part 2

As I lay there in total submission, my mind was racing with pure excitement. Her scent filled the air, and I could feel her warm urine dripping down my face and onto my chest. Despite the initial shock, my body began to respond to the unique sensation – a thrill unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Her toilet slave training may have been intense, but it was clear that this new world of scat fetishes had taken control of both of us.

A shiver ran down my spine as she pressed her foot against my lower back, forcing me deeper into her mess. She giggled softly, her heel digging into my soft flesh as she ground against me. Her toes curled around my cock, teasing and taunting before she finally began to stroke it gently. My breath hitched in my throat, desire coursing through me like an electric current. I yearned for more of her touch, even if it meant being covered in her filth.

As if reading my thoughts, she leaned forward again, her breasts pressing against my chest as she positioned herself over the mess she had made. Her soft, full lips curled into a wicked smile as she lowered herself onto me once more. This time, however, she did not hover above me. Instead, she settled down fully, her weight pressing me into the floor as she continued to piss on my face and bare chest. Droplets of urine splashed against the sides of my face, running down my neck and onto my shoulders. I gasped for air, unable to believe the intensity of this experience.

Around us, the rhythmic flushing of the toilet filled the air as if echoing our primal union. I could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing against me, her body moving in a fluid dance of dominance and submission. Her hands gripped my hair tightly, pulling back my head so that her streaming urine could hit its target with full force. I was both humiliated and exhilarated by the experience, my body aching with pleasure and anticipation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, her wet bottom lip glistening in the dim light. She stood up slowly, wobbling slightly as she reached down to retrieve a handful of toilet paper from the nearby dispenser. She pressed the cool, damp paper against my face, wiping away the evidence of her piss with lingering care. Then, with a soft chuckle, she turned her attention back to me, grabbing my cock firmly in her hand and stroking it slowly up and down.

She was wearing a mischievous grin as she leaned in close, her warm breath tickling against my ear. "You've been such a good little toilet slave," she purred. "I think it's time you were properly rewarded." With that, she sank to her knees once more, taking my cock into her mouth with enthusiasm. I groaned, arching my back as her tongue flicked against the head of my cock in a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My legs trembled weakly beneath me, unable to support the onslaught of sensations coursing through me.

As she began to deepthroat me, her grip on my cock becoming firmer, I let out a long, shuddering moan. She was taking control of every inch of me, guiding me through this intense new world of scat and toilet fetishism. I wasn't sure where this journey would take us, but I trusted her completely – after all, she was my Mistress, and I was her loyal toilet slave.