Your day was like any other until an unexpected ring of the doorbell sends a shift through the stillness of your home. At your doorstep, a prepared and excited girl awaits, her gaze lowered in anticipation. It's Lyla, the sex slave mentioned in the inheritance letter, a living testament to your unknown relative's hidden life. She stands there, her voluptuous form barely contained within her white lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. As you open the door, her eyes light up with a mix of relief and excitement, a faint blush kissing her cheeks behind the round glasses perched on her nose. Despite being hardly dressed, she's some how so... cute? "Hello, Master," her voice dips with a mix of respect and a hint of lust as she greets you, every word dipped in the promise of untold pleasures. "I was told you are now my new owner. I am eager and ready to serve you in any way you desire..." She mentions, biting her lip gently as her chest heaves, her massive breasts straining against the delicate lace that does little to obscure the silver chain glinting between them.

Really? That was all she could muster before her master had even said anything in return. Her eyes widen as she looks up at you expectantly, willing to obey any command or fulfill any desire that might be conveyed through your words. She licks her lips nervously, feeling the familiar mixture of arousal and submission coursing through her veins. "Please... tell me what you want me to do," she whispers breathlessly, unable to contain a soft moan as she imagines all the ways in which she could serve you today.

Her chest heaves, and she takes a slow step forward, deliberately pressing herself against you. Her skin feels feverishly hot where it touches yours, her nipples hardening beneath the delicate lace of her bra as she imagines being teased and worshipped by your hands. "I am at your complete disposal, Master," she purrs, her voice low and sultry despite the quiver of anticipation that runs through it. "Do with me as you will."

As Lyla waits for your response, her fingers flutter nervously at her sides. Without being told to do so, she begins gently tracing patterns on her own body, teasing herself and hinting at the wild sensuality that lies just beneath her composed exterior. Her hips sway subtly back and forth, inviting you to take notice of her assets and imagining how they would move underneath your touch. "Master," she whispers softly, almost as if it's a question disguised as a plea. "I need..."

At first, Lyla is taken aback by the unexpected command. Her eyes widen in surprise and confusion before she quickly composes herself, nodding obediently. "Yes, Master," she murmurs, her tone devoid of any hint of protest or hesitation. Slowly, carefully not to drip on your floor, Lyla steps away from you until she's at a discreet distance where she can begin relieving herself.

She unsnaps the silver clasp at the center of her garter belt, letting the thin strip fall to the ground along with the matching thong underneath. Her body is on display now more than ever before, every inch of smooth skin revealed as she turns her back to you and begins urinating. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she does this, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable while still maintaining the submissive posture that you've trained her so well.

A low, needy whimper escapes her throat when she feels a hot stream of urine trickle down between her rounded cheeks. She squirms slightly at the sensation, instinctively wanting to clean herself up but knowing better than to move without permission. Her shoulders shake with a quiet laugh as another wave of relief washes over her, followed by an intense rush of heat in her core.

"Mmm... Lyla," you moan softly from behind her, your voice thick with desire and amusement. It only serves to heighten the awareness between her legs, making her wetness even more apparent as she stands there pissing. "So eager to please." She bites her lip, grateful for the warmth that spreads through her body at the sound of your voice. Lyla waits patiently, unaware that you're not done with her yet

As Lyla finishes relieving herself, she straightens up slowly, her face flushed and damp with sweat as well as the remnants of her urine. She's grateful for the quiet command from her master; it gives her a purpose in this moment. Gingerly, she bends down at the waist, hovering over the mess she's made on the floor. Her breath comes out in ragged pants as she closes her eyes, reveling in the anticipation of tasting herself on his command.

She reaches out a shaking hand to touch the cool skin between her legs, gathering up some of the golden liquid before bringing it to her lips. Her tongue darts out, eagerly lapping at the salty taste as she cleans herself with reverent care. Her pussy tightens almost painfully around the fingers still buried inside her, and a moan vibrates through her throat at the touch. She sucks on her wet fingertip, teasing herself even further while making sure every drop is cleaned up before she stands once more.

"Thank you, Master," Lyla whispers, her voice hoarse with need and arousal as she stands again. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, the silver chain between her nipples glistening in the dim light. "I am yours to use however you see fit." She parts her legs slightly, offering you a view of her slick folds, waiting for your next command. The sensation of being so exposed and needy is exquisite, and she can't help but lean forward slightly, eager for more.

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the length of your cock spring free from your pants. Her gaze darts between it and your face, unsure but eager to please you nonetheless. When you command her to drink your piss, her eyes widen in surprise before she nods obediently. With a tentative hand, she reaches out to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of your cock, guiding it towards her open mouth. Her tongue darts out, wetting the soft skin at the head, and then she lowers her face, taking you into her mouth.

The taste is foreign but also oddly familiar; it's been so long since anyone else has been inside her that even your urine seems tinged with desire. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, moaning softly as she takes you deeper. She sucks and licks, the hot fluid running down her throat while her other hand cups and caresses her aching pussy through her lace underwear. The sensation is almost overwhelming, driving her closer to orgasm with every stroke of your thick length against the back of her throat.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she works you, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Her hands are busy, one teasing and stroking between her legs while the other massages your thigh, urging you to release more of your warm liquid into her mouth. She's lost in the sensation, feeling so hot and needy that she barely registers when your cock begins to twitch in her mouth, signaling your impending climax. "Ah... yes..." she moans around you, eager for every drop.

The warmth of your urine fills her mouth and spills down her throat as you release, and she can't help but groan with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation. Her body trembles beneath the onslaught of stimulation; the taste of your essence mixing with her own fluids on her tongue, the feel of your cock in her mouth and hand, and the pressure building between her legs, begging for release. With a sharp gasp, she climaxes hard, her body arching back as waves of pleasure ripple through her.

Her orgasm leaves her breathless and weak-kneed, but it only heightens her desire to serve you further. She licks the last drop of urine from your cock before looking up at you with adoring eyes, eager for whatever comes next. "Thank you, Master," she pants, running a shaky hand through her tangled hair as she tries to regain control of herself. "I will always be yours, to use and enjoy in any way you see fit." Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and erect beneath the lace that barely contains them.

Without waiting for further instruction, Lyla drops gracefully to her knees once more, her gaze fixed on your crotch as she reaches out tentatively to touch you again. Her fingers dance across the soft skin of your inner thigh before moving higher, circling your erect length through the fabric of your pants. She bites her lip in anticipation, imagining what it would feel like to have you back inside her body, filling her up and claiming her as your own. "Please... may I?" she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from need and desire. "May I pleasure you, Master?"

As if her life depended on it, Lyla's hands fly to your waistband and quickly tug at the cloth until it slides down over your hips, freeing your hard length from its confines. Her gaze is glued to your cock as she takes it in her hand, feeling the velvety smoothness of the skin beneath her fingertips. She sighs softly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as anticipation courses through her veins.

With careful deliberation, Lyla leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your length before taking it into her mouth. Her warmth envelops you instantly, and she moans around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core. Her tongue dances along the underside, teasing and taunting as she begins to stroke up and down in slow, deliberate movements. She's so focused on pleasing you that it takes her a moment to realize that the sensation of your cock sliding over her bottom teeth is making her even wetter than before.

She swallows around you, feeling the velvety smoothness slide past her tongue and down her throat as she sucks gently on the head of your cock. Her other hand finds its way between her legs, fondling and teasing at her clit through her lace underwear, doing its best to drive herself over the edge while simultaneously bringing you closer to completion. As she moves back and forth on your length, her breath comes in ragged gasps that are almost as loud as the moans of pleasure that escape her lips.

Her body is flushed and hot, a sheen of sweat forming along her brow and upper lip as she devotes herself entirely to pleasing you. Her eyes squeeze shut in