Sweet Golden Nectar for My Slave

The Goddess’ generous gift

Today my slave will drink my sweet golden nectar for the first time. He has no idea how lucky he is. The gift of piss from a goddess. Pissing on my slaves and making them drink it really turns me on, especially when they beg for it. As they should. He needs to experience this delicacy and experience the tastiest beverage around. He has often begged for it, but I never felt he deserved it until now. It’s time to reward him with my sweet golden nectar.

I’ve trained him well; he doesn’t even realize how aroused he makes me. Of course, he should be well-trained by now, it’s been eight years. I made sure that my slave promised to meet my every need. At the same time, he has to know how to satisfy my every whim. Now he was doing it on his own, like a true submissive.

Thirsty for my sweet golden nectar

He knelt at the foot of the bed in his rubber collar. Like a good slave, he stayed there staring at the ground. He patiently waited for my commands. Then he will execute them quietly as he’s told. This is how we practice patience and discipline. As a slave, a person trained to understand their master’s words, he’s become a model of how they ought to treat their mistress. When I think back on his training, I’m reminded of the years of hard work. The late nights, he would plead for more humiliation. He begged for my sweet golden nectar this whole time. There can be a great reward if you obey your master. However, one must go through much training and punishment.

Now to get to work

First, I ordered him to clean my boots with his mouth. Every single inch should be sparkling. As I lay comfortably in my ball busting boots, he gently brought himself toward my feet to begin licking. As he made progress, I continued drinking my white wine in the same fancy glass that he will drink my sweet nectar from. I told him what a good boy he was and then I slapped his face with my hand and repeated the move twice for good measure.

Shining my boots took shorter than expected.  I stood up to assess the cleaning job. As expected, they were in fact squeaky clean. I told my slave that he did a good job and that I might have a reward for him. After I said this, he showered me with gratitude. He bowed down to kiss my feet. As I watched him, I thought about how thirsty he must be from that hard work. Then, I told him to get back up to his knees.

Above all, my sweet golden nectar is the sweetest reward

Next, I grabbed the blindfold. At this point, my pussy was so wet and ready to fill his mouth with my sweet golden nectar. Then, he slightly bowed his head in position for me to cover his eyes up. I downed the last of my wine to empty my glass. Pure silence filled the room. Which was exactly what I like. I want my slave to hear every little thing. With one of his senses deprived, the others become sharper. Of course, I need to make sure he listens intently.

I squatted down a bit to get into position, then I placed the glass around my pussy. With the rim perfectly flush with my pussy, I began to piss. The silence helped make my sweet golden nectar make such a lovely sound as it hit the glass. I’m sure he knew what that soft splash and pour was. I continued to fill the glass, squirting every last drop out. Eagerly I walked towards my slave and placed the glass on his lips right under his nose.

Finally, I placed the glass on his bottom lip and began to tip it into his mouth. I said, “This is your reward for being a good boy, drink up.” Before my sweet golden nectar touched his mouth, he expressed his eternal gratitude. Then, I slowly poured my delicious juice in. His body was trembling from the excitement. I poured half of the glass in, and he savored it. He kept it in there and swished it around. I had to take the blindfold off to see the pure joy in his eyes. His eyes were tearing up with happiness as he swallowed. In other words, my slave could die happy.

Do you want my sweet golden nectar? 😉 Cum beg for it

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