Saturday, September 25, 2010

Tea Time - Miss Destiny Teardrop

TEA TIME by Destiny Teardrop

It had been a long day. She was tired and her head was starting to pound. She was irritated and not in a great mood. The sooner she got home, the better. She wanted nothing more than to relax and unwind with a nice cup of tea.

Ten minutes later, she pulled into the driveway and sighed contentedly as she turned off the engine. Home at last. She eased herself out of the car and was in the hallway in less than a minute. Kicking off her shoes she yelled, ‘Boy!’. The naked man crawled quickly to her feet, assumed his familiar position and spoke, ‘Welcome home, Mistress’. She looked down at him, a slight smile on her face as she observed his posture, his bent back and lowered head offered to her in submission. “Tea. Now!” she demanded and walked away from him into the living room, sinking down into the large comfortable sofa.

A few minutes later he returned and proffered a steaming hot mug of tea in her direction “your tea, my Mistress” he said, as he dropped to his knees, smiling, his outstretched arm steadily holding the mug. She grinned and held his gaze, deciding to make him wait and hold the mug in that pose for just a little bit longer, long enough for his arm to ache and for him to wonder and wait. Long enough for him to remember who and what he was, as if there was any doubt.

After a minute, she saw the quizzical look in his eyes and chuckled, “It’s been a long day, my boy. I need to relax and unwind and you will make sure that I do”. She took the tea from his hand and lifted the mug to her lips, her eyes on him, watching as he lowered his gaze and relaxed a little, “yes Mistress, of course, whatever you desire”, he replied.

The woman rested her head on the back of the sofa, cradling the hot mug of tea in her hands. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. It was good to be home. She had already begun to feel a lot better.

She drained the last dregs of tea from the mug, then stood up, abruptly and unzipped her trousers, stepping out of them and throwing them at the slave. He blinked once, caught the trousers and gasped at the sight of his beloved Mistress’s bare legs. He knew that she was unpredictable, it was one of the things he loved about her. It was never boring to serve her, one could never know just what would happen next.

Next, she stepped out of her panties and threw them at him. “Stuff those in your mouth” she demanded. He complied, willingly, taking a deep breath to inhale the musky feminine scent of his owner, the smell that he loved so much and which drove him crazy with longing. His cock twitched within its cage, straining a little against the restraint.

She walked towards him, pushed his head back so that he was looking up at her, his mouth stiffed full of her white cotton panties. “That tea tasted like piss!” she declared as she yanked the panties out of his mouth and threw them onto the floor. He looked up at her, his eyes watering, fear evident on his face. Oh how he hated to displease her. "Mistress, I am sorry, I don't know why. I made it just how you like it" he stammered. She let go of his head and lifted her right hand, bringing it down hard across his left cheek. "You did NOT make it how I like it, because it tasted like PISS!" she insisted. He spluttered, confusion on his face, he knew he could never win, nor did he want to, but how best to escape her wrath? His mind whirred quickly as he tried to think of what to say to appease her.

Too late, she was already on a roll..."See? You have no defence, none at all! However, as I am fair, I will let you see for yourself that I am right" she grinned devilishly as she once again pushed his head backward then spread her legs either side of his head and proceeded to urinate all over his face, “See? It tastes like piss. Don’t you agree?” she laughed, as her hot pee hit his nose and mouth, causing him to splutter, “y..y..yes, Mistress”.

She emptied her bladder fully all over his face and chest. Finally, her flow stopped. She pulled his head up firmly, then towards her crotch. “Clean me, then clean up this mess you've made” she declared, pointing to the urine splattered flooring, not giving him the chance to reply as she smothered his face in her sweaty, piss covered cunt, and ground down onto him.

This was turning out to be not such a bad day after all, she thought.


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