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My submissive “2” @hers2use4all arrived on schedule. I hadn’t seen him in weeks and I was very excited because of my (sex/play) partners, he is the one who provides me the easiest, low-maintenance, best oral service. he just shows up, does what I like, then leaves. Heaven!
he enters the hotel room and goes to his corner, removes all of his clothing, and kneels.
I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a tight black bra and a black lace half-slip with fuschia lace panties underneath.
I had gone into one of the drawers and pulled out his leash. It’s a real dog’s leash, not a fancy black leather kinky one. A real dog’s leash for a real dog.
I had him knee-walk to me so I could collar him. Then I stood up and led him by the leash to the bathroom. I wanted to put something down to protect his knees from the hard tile, but being the consummate submissive, he turned it down.
I showed him something he hadn’t noticed before, because he was as excited as I was to get the logistics done and get his mouth clamped onto my cunt where we both know it belongs when we’re in session (UNpaid, but not “dates”).
“Look,” I said, as he was kneeling yet had his back straight as though standing tall and at attention. “I had to pee really bad just before you got here. But I didn’t want to waste it.”
I picked up the clear medium sized glass bowl that had been sitting on the bureau the hotel widescreen TV was on. It was ⅔ full of clear light yellow liquid. That had come from my bladderal unit! Yep! I’d pissed in the goddamn bowl.
I said to my slave as he knelt before me, and as I stood in front of him, holding the bowl, “Look. I had to pee reeeeally bad before you got here, but I didn’t want to waste it. So I put it in here for you to enjoy when you got here.”
I put the bowl of piss on the light tan-colored tile floor. I thought about the possible discomfort of his knees on the tile, and the idea that he could be in pain pleased me.
“Drink it,” I said.
He eagerly bowed to my great golden nectar and began to lick and then slurp it. I felt the slurping made it go too fast. I didn’t want him to finish before I was through enjoying myself watching him drink my urine.
“No!” I stopped him with a stern command. (I do not yell or raise my voice. That ain’t my thang :) “Lap it. Like a dog. You’re a dog, aren’t you?” (We have this thing between us - he’s My adorable obedient pet. he likes to think of himself as a dog when he’s happy to see me, he’s running up to me like a puppy, when he’s been pleased in various ways by me, he thumps his proverbial tail loudly on the floor - I always imagine is a beautiful old hardwood floor - amber in color and glossy, glowing in the sunlight, and my furry, horny little servile b**st is there, huffingly panting with joy - tail making the floor vibrate with his exuberance. That’s my submissive!
he begins lapping, and it’s taking longer. I like it. I like it a lot. As he gets to the bottom, I see him struggling to get to all the liquid. It’s getting harder for him to fit his big humyn head into the small crevice where the remaining ounce or so of my golden nectar is.
“Goddess,” he says in a soft, inquiring voice.
“Yes?” I reply, knowing what he’s about to ask. I am almost daring him in my tone.
“It’s getting hard for me to reach it all,” he finishes.
“Yes, I know. But you just keep going. Go on. Get your fucking face in there.” I order him, in my usual soft yet stern voice. he knows I mean business. Something about his suffering stiffens my clit and whettens my girl hole. I am clenching. I am so ready for his tongue. I love his pain! I want his suffering!
He eagerly answers, “Yes, Goddess!” and sets about pleasing me with his service.
Soon, too soon for my pleasure, he is finished. My piss is gone from the bowl. I remove it from him as he is still licking it. It is enough.
I praise his efforts, with, “That’s enough. Good job. Very good!”
"Now wash it," I instructed him. he stood at the sink and washed the bowl. "Very good," I praised, as I am very generous with the positive reinf***ement. And he loves it, and the happier he is, the better he serves me.
Next, I hold the leash in my right hand, and pet him on his head. I am pleasantly surprised and reminded of what a luscious thick head of soft hair he has. I run my fingers through it just a little bit. It isn’t a brushing session. he hasn’t been that good. And, besides, I keep my rewards very small, because most of his pleasure comes from pleasing me. If I do too much, he begins to feel uncomfortable, and not in a way that pleases me. If his discomfort pleases me, I don’t really care if he’s unhappy. The only time I would stop is if I felt it were damaging my property in any way. We are perfect for one another in this way because even if he is unhappy, he is happy if his unhappiness makes me happy. Does Barry Manilow have a song for that? :)
While my submissive “2” is still on his knees, I lead him by leash and collar to the foot of the bed where, after positioning myself in the bed, I summon him to join me in it, for the oral service we both met to accomplish.
Like a k** at Christmas, he practically leaps into the bed, and in preparation for his well-trained and able tongue, I spread.
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