Imagine being covered with the spit of your divine mistress. A recent slave didn’t have to imagine – he experienced the exquisite juices of his goddess at first hand. Mouth juices weren’t the only liquids to descend on this worthless piece of shit..as you will see.
Slave arrived at my dungeon but was ordered to strip naked and report to his mistress outside in the garden. Now this is winter and it was rather chilly. So to warm up the naked slaveboy I attached a metal dog lead around his neck. Pulling hard on the collar, I ordered the shivering lump of jelly to heel to his mistress. This was not hard as my heels were 6 inches long. They supported a shiny pair of leather thigh boots which half covered my long leather trench coat.
‘Heel’ I barked my orders to the human dog and sped around the garden like it was show day at Crufts. Sadly (for him) the man cur couldn’t keep up and I had to pull on the lead very hard. The bollock naked slave collapsed in a heap. He had a look of self pity which only stoked up the fire in my temper.
‘Stay on the ground you worthless pig’, I shouted. ‘I have a present for you. Lie flat and open that doggy mouth of yours’. He did as he was told. I leant over him and delivered a gob-load of my spit. Slowly at first, the thick spittle fell into his waiting mouth. ‘Drink it!’, I ordered. He did so. He had no choice.
I then spat hard into his face but demanded that he did not wipe it away. Imagine how humiliated he must have felt covered in his mistress’ personal spit.
I had more spit to come and aimed it this time at his pathetic man-dick. My liquid covered his by-now erect cock.
‘Wipe it off your cock and don’t dare to have a hard on as you rub it.’ Of course my demands were not met. Of course he had a hard on. It got harder as he glanced up at my towering leather-clad body and the horse whip I was holding in gloved hands.
‘I told you not to have an erection. Did I not make myself clear?’
The slave shook his head and whimpered an apology. This was not good enough and yanked his lead to make him follow me back inside. His relief at being back in the warm was short lived although he was about to get warmer.
I brought two plastic dog bowls over and ordered him to watch me carefully. I then squatted over the first bowl and filled it with my golden nectar. Then I did the same with the second doggie bowl. Both were full to the brim in mistress’ piss.
‘Well doggie – you must be thirsty after all your efforts! Use your tongue to lap up every drop. Every drop in both bowls.’
Calling him every name under the sun, the naked pig man / dog shit lapped up my pee with noisy vigour. He lapped up every drop as ordered.
And so it was time for a reward. A liquid reward. Another dollop of my spit right on to his pee-crusted lips.
‘Thank your mistress for giving you two kinds of drink!’
He thanked me, wiped his moist mouth and collapsed at my feet stammering words of apology. But i couldn’t hear what he said. ‘If you have something to say there’s only one thing to do now – spit it out!’