. 04

I stand before my goddess, sphincter clenching on the plug, loving the knowledge that you have put it there.

You recline back in your chair, crossing your legs and sipping champagne.

"Would you like some?"

"Yes please mistress."

"Well, you may approach and prepare to receive."

I walk to you and you stifle a giggle as you see my eyes widen at the sensations in my ass, the Honey Birdette gift causing little tremors of pleasure with every step. I smile, your most generous gift continuing to please your slave.

I reach for the second glass on the small table beside you and you gently push my hand away.

"No slave, kneel here beside my chair like a good little servant and I will allow you some of mine."

I kneel and your hand pulls my head back, my mouth opening as you lean over me, spitting a thin stream of champagne into my mouth.

I savour every drop, swirling it around before swallowing as you take another sip. You offer it to me in the same way, not spilling a drop as you allow me to drink from your mouth.

The alcohol makes my head spin after the intensity of the night so far, and you check in with me.

"You ok slave boy?"

"Yep, I am, loving every second..."

"Good, because I think you need more to drink, go lie in the bath and close your eyes... no, leave the plug in, it amuses me to watch you walk."

I walk to the bath, making sure I swing my hips, getting the maximum effect of your plug, knowing your eyes are upon me as I slide into the empty tub and turn, waiting expectedly, hoping you are going to spit the cheaper champagne into my mouth, then remembering your order to close my eyes.

"Head back and open wide!"

"Eyes shut!!"

You slap my face as you notice me trying to sneak a peek.

I hear some rustling and feel your movement next to me and it takes every fibre of my being to keep my eyes shut.

"Ready?"

"Yes mistress, I wish to drink the champagne from you."

Some more movement and suddenly my mouth is full, not of ice-cold champagne but your warm piss, your hands clamping my mouth shut as you laugh and order me to swallow.

I pretend to fight and resist, the bath limiting my movements but in reality, I am loving this, relishing your golden nectar in my mouth and sliding down my throat, a very slight flavour reminds me that this is champagne from you, not the bottle, again becoming one with you as I swallow what some consider waste, but I consider precious nourishment.

Gulping down your precious nectar as if it is the elixir of life itself, the fountain of youth

"Open!.... wider!"

I open wide and open my eyes, my Norse goddess towering over my prostrate form, bodysuit unclipped and pulled up, your incredibly beautiful flower right above my face as you release the full stream into my mouth and I gulp it down, unable to swallow it all, streaming from my mouth down my body, feeling its warmth as it runs down me and forms a small pool around my ass.

I reach up, cupping those gorgeous butt cheeks, holding you gently, fully expecting admonishment t for touching you but looking into your eyes I know you are loving this too, rocking forward a little so my mouth is just centimetres from the source.

The stream stops and I moan in disappointment, wishing this shower from the goddess would last forever.

I look up hopefully into you eyes

"May I?"

"You may"

I extend my tongue to catch the remaining drips on the edge of your beautiful lips, the tip of my tongue just lightly brushing the soft folds of your womanhood, parting them as I chase the last morsels of your holy nectar, swirling over your clit as I clean you, feeling your legs buckle a tiny bit and your cheeks tighten under my hands as my tongue flicks and teases you..

A moan escapes your lips and your hand reaches for my hair, gently grabbing it and pulling me deeper, my tongue working its way inside you, feeling you tighten, gripping then releasing. My tongue returns to your clit, continuing its journey of pleasure as I slip one finger inside you, your flesh yielding to my gentle caresses, your warm wetness enveloping my finger, your breathing becoming faster, your hips rocking in time with your hand forcing my face between your legs.

You suddenly stop...right on the edge of your first orgasm and push me away.

"Maybe later Dave, give me a second."

You step into the shower and I watch you use the small hand held shower to clean any residual pee from your legs and pussy, noting you hold it for just a second longer on your clit as gasp at the sensation.

"Ok Dave, your turn, get cleaned up and I'll get back in character... see you back in the bedroom."