Marking Her Property

I arrive at your house, and you tell me this will be a special day for me. First, I must strip naked and crawl on all fours behind you to the bathroom.

"I would like you to get into the tub and lie on your back," you tell me. "I'm going to change, so I want you to remain there with your eyes closed. You may play with yourself only if you think of me, but don't cum unless you're told."

I remain like that for a longer time than it should take you to change. "Where are you?" I wonder. "Maybe you're actually here and silently laughing at how silly I look.

I hear you enter the bathroom, and suddenly I can feel you on top of me with your knees on my chest, pinning me down.

"You may open your eyes, My pet," you say, and I do so.

Wait! You haven't changed into anything. In fact, you're naked. Not only that, but your pussy is brushing against my lips. I can take in your intoxicating scent and see drops of moisture forming on your pussy lips.

"I've never told you this, but I always mark my property and your time has come," you say. "I want to mark you with my golden juices, but first you must beg."

I plead and cry out for your golden nectar, but nothing cums. All I can taste is your wetness because you're getting as excited as I am.

Finally, it gushes out all over me and into my mouth. "Thank you! Thank you," I cry out. "I'm so honoured you have chosen me,"

You stand up over me and trace your urine-soaked toes across my lips.

"There's more to come."

You step out of the tub and walk away, your urine-soaked soles of your feet making a mark on the floor. "I'll return," you say. "Until then, you are to lie on your back and say 'I'm a little piggy, one, I'm a little piggy two,' until you reach 100. Then you are to lie on your stomach and repeat this. Say it loudly, so I can hear it. Maybe I'll sneak a peek to see what it's like when my little piggy is roasting on a spit.'

And very soon I see you again. I look up and see you smiling down at the site of a man grovelling in your piss and thanking you for the privilege.

The shower is turned on, and I'm told to bathe until I'm spotless.

"When you're finished, you're to clean up the tub, and then get out of the tub and crawl to me. You'll notice the floor is wet in spots. That's my golden nectar. Please lick it clean with your tongue.

I eagerly do all this, thinking of how fortunate I am and wondering if I'm too eager and if I should slow down and do a better job.

I get on all fours. Head down, I crawl into your living room, licking dry and savouring the taste and fragrance of your nectar.

"Look up," I hear you say. I do so, and I can't believe what I'm seeing.

You're sitting there, wearing a short sundress that highlights your beautiful legs. You look gorgeous except for the soles of your feet. They're disgustingly dirty.

On the table beside you is a glass of champagne from the bottle beside it. A chocolate cake nearby.

"I'm so forgetful," My Pet, you say. "I forgot to wipe my feet when I left the tub. Be a good boy and clean them with your tongue?

I eagerly crawl to you and begin to lick but you move your feet away and say in a stern tone, "I expressly told you to play with yourself while you were in the tub and you're not doing so now. Did I tell you to stop?

I feel so embarrassed. I beg forgiveness and ask if I may masturbate while licking the filth from your soles,

"Yes, you may. But don't cum. And remind me later what a bad boy you are and how you need a spanking.

I feel so privileged to lick your feet and suck your toes.

"This has been a very special day" you say. Let's celebrate.

You put a slice of cake on the floor and give me a goblet of champagne.

"But this isn't the champagne I'm drinking," you tell me. "It's a special vintage."

I taste it and it's a bit acidic. Another sip and I realize what's happening. It's a glass of your golden nectar.

You lift your foot, and it's covered in chocolate cake. Unknown to me you've rubbed  it all over your feet.

"Enjoy," you say, and I alternate licking the cake from your feet and toes while drinking your golden fluid.

This had to be one of the most memorable days of my life. What submissive man doesn't dream of sitting at the feet of a woman, licking chocolate cake from between, and drinking her piss while masturbating?

But wait. I'm being selfish. I'm thinking solely of myself. What was most exciting was looking up into your eyes and see you smiling. And knowing how special you feel knowing you have the power to get a man to beg to do this.

I then committed the most cardinal of sins. I came without your permission. Oh, damn. What's going to happen, I thought. Will I be dismissed.

But you are too kind and understanding doing that. You patted the top of my head, tickled me under the chin and said "Don't worry my pet. I understand. After all, you're only a man.

"What I want you to do is take the cum in your hand and rub it into the cake on the plate.

''Now rub it onto my feet and lick it off."

I do, and cake never tasted so good.

"I never had so much fun," you finally say to me. "We must do this more often."