Nectar Deliverance from My Manchester Dominatrix Mistress Helena

She had just shown me her golden flow as she went to the toilet down the stockings into her shoes. It drove me wild.

I was straining on the dog leash round my neck to climb the remaining stairs as quickly as possible. I knew that within seconds I would be down on all fours, head bowed, either sucking the piss from her black seamed nylon stockings, or licking and drinking it from her six inch stiletto heels.

A more beautiful thought I have never had.

I was hoping the piss would still be warm. Cold piss tastes beautiful from my Mistress, but warm piss is so much more erotic.

I am ordered to clean the urine off the soles of her ladyship’s sexy Dominatrix’s shoes.

I enjoy this task more than any other and attack it with relish. I whimper as my tongue first engulfs the warm drops of heavenly nectar. Delicious.

I thank my Mistress over and over for the unbelievable privileged position I find myself.

“Just focus on cleaning the piss off my shoes you nasty little piss whore” she barks at me.

I am in ecstasy.

I make sure I capture every last drop of champagne and tongue them bone dry.

I also chance a few cheeky sniffs of Mistress’s shoes.

I love to inhale the aroma of stale urine mixed with patent leather. She enjoys pushing me further, sniffing her shoes.

Mistress particularly enjoys it when my probing tongue gently caresses her delicate instep; just where the shoe meets the stocking.

I think she likes peering down at me on the floor, grovelling pathetically at her feet weeping to be permitted to worship her piss-soaked feet and shoes.

I am so so lucky.

I cannot wait to see my Mistress Helena, again. Until then she has left me her drenched fine silk stockings that she orders me to sniff and lick when not in her presence.