Allowed To Clean Up My Mistress
I’ve been intrigued by peeing ever since early adulthood. In my early twenties, I rented a small bedroom addition, which had its own full bathroom. The first time my girlfriend came over to visit she eventually needed to used the bathroom (which in the bedroom, you could hear everything going on in there), I heard her pee splashing in the toilet. It was like an electric shock going through my body. I couldn’t move a muscle, couldn’t breathe, just listening to that wonderful sound of her pee splashing in the toilet – I was mesmerized! Later that evening after the day was over and I was home in my room, I recalled that moment; my **** was straining to be released from my pants it was so rock-hard. I took off all my clothes and imagined my girlfriend sitting on the toilet squirting her **** out into the toilet with force. Stroking my **** with these thoughts, I came faster than ever before. At that moment I was hooked.
Decades have gone by never mentioning my desire for anything about peeing to any of my girlfriends or even my first wife for fear that I’d be discovered as some sort of freak or weirdo! This desire for pee constantly being in the back of my mind, yearning for just a taste of that wonderful golden nectar from the women I loved. Many different scenarios of “pee play” have entertained my thoughts and desires over the years – everything from simply watching my girlfriend or wife peeing on the toilet to being given the opportunity and permission to drink that wonderful liquid directly from her ***** in many different positions. I had never even tasted a woman’s pee. How did I know weather it tasted good or not. And, no, I did not (and would/will not) taste mine. Just tasting or drinking ANY pee is not the thing in my mind, it’s the point of this personal and very private liquid coming from the woman with whom I am in love. It represents my complete and total devotion to whom I give my life and equally hers to me, allowing me to drink directly from her and of her. In my mind, this is the most pure act of wanting and desiring her to actually become part of me. You see, a woman is able to have a man *enter* her and actually *become* part of her – what a beautiful gift a woman can give to a man. A man, on the other hand, does not have that capability, EXCEPT for this. I can allow my lovers golden nectar to enter into me and therefore become part of me, showing my devotion to her. An earned gift I would not take lightly.
Nowadays, after being married to my second wife for over 13 years, we’ve been having some rough times in our marriage. After much discussion and figuring out that we still both love each other very much, we have decided to move to a female led relationship (FLR). Having been raised by a very strong willed mother, I was actually comfortable with and looking forward to this arrangement – I’ve known it my whole life growing up. Sex has been FAR better with my wife in charge of what goes on in the bedroom. I’ve even recently learned the wonderful excitement of pleasureful pain and come to understand the phrase “It hurts so good”.
One night my wife was browsing various sexual sites online from our notebook PC while in bed. She came across a site that had literally hundreds of small pictures of various types of sexual references… You know the kind of site I’m referring to… red headed women, heavy women, muscular men, huge *****, **********, outdoor sex, the variety seemed to never end. And then, as she was scrolling through them all, there it appeared… a picture of a woman peeing! My heart quickened, my breathing changed and my **** twitched. My wife noticed my reaction but, with there being about a dozen or so pictures on the page, she didn’t know what gave me that reaction.
“What”, she said.
“Hmmmm” was my reply
“You find something interesting?” she inquired.
“Well, what.” She would not scroll any further on the page. The picture of that petite girl (my wife also having a petite fr
“I’m embarrassed”, I finally blurted out after what seemed like an hour of hesitation. After ALL these years of this being in the back of my mind, should I divulge this life-long desire?
She retorted, “How am I to know what turns you on if you don’t tell me.”
I decided this was the moment of truth! We’ve been completely honest about everything with each other since our new arrangement had been established. “There… second line from the bottom. Second from the last picture on the right.”
My wife moved and hovered the pointer over the picture. “This one?”
Oh my gosh, I’m REALLY going to verbally admit it right now for the first time in my life. “Yes.” sheepishly escaped from my lips.
“You like that, huh?”
“Dear, you have no idea.” I said, letting there be no mistake about it.
“Is that so? Tell me then.” She said firmly.
I explained to her exactly how I feel, as I’ve written above.
“So, you’d like to taste it to see what it’s like?” Mistress, L asked.
“Yes, Mistress. And, if it is enjoyable, I’d like to drink it directly from your ***** instead of you having to go and use the bathroom whenever you need to pee.”
Looking me directly in my eyes, Mistress L said “Well, I can’t guarantee the latter part of your interest but, I think I can let you taste if after I’ve gone to the bathroom rather than wiping myself with toilet paper.”
My heart was racing! I felt flush with excitement. It was a good thing I was laying down because I may have fainted had I been standing, from the shock of the words she spoke.
A little while later she announced she needed to use the bathroom. My eyes shot to hers with the look of wanton desire. She walked, as the sultry Goddess she is, to the bathroom door, turned back to look at me, pointed to the floor where she now stood and said “Kneel here and wait for me.”
I was kneeling on the floor in under two seconds. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I listened to the sound of her lovely liquid splash against the porcelain making my **** so hard it ached. My mouth was watering with excitement to find out exactly what I’ve been longing for most of my life.
The pocket door slid open and there she stood with a couple drips, ever so delicately, dangling from her labia. As she started to lift her left leg to prop her foot on my shoulder to allow me better access to her *****, my mouth dove for those precious drops so as not to waste them by falling to the floor. “Mmmmmmm.” Was all I could muster when my mouth covered her shaved mound. My tongue explored every single nook and crevice of her tender folds searching out every single molecule of this juice from my Mistress. The taste of her golden nectar was exquisite – difficult to describe. It was definitely NOT what I had expected all these years… IT WAS FAR BETTER than anything I could have ever possibly imagined!!!
I wanted to stay there forever but, when there was no more liquid to drink, she told me “Okay, that’s all for now. Come back to the bed with me.” Once on the bed, she ordered me to continue to lick her ***** nice and gently. I must have stayed there for over an hour until it was time to go to sleep.
She now allows me do this for her on an irregular basis. Every time she needs to use the bathroom I ask if I may help… I find that when I’m allowed to do so once in the evening, I am usually, fortunately allowed to continue to do so the rest of the evening/night. My Mistress has also, a couple times, saved a tiny bit of her nectar for me to drink as I clean her, which I thoroughly and completely enjoy beyond that which words can describe. As an added bonus, every time any of this takes place, my **** immediately goes extremely rock hard!
I have strongly requested, on many occasions, that she allow me to drink all her fluid that goes to waste down the toilet to which she either says “in time…” or “it’ll make a mess.” Although, during those times she has saved some liquid for me, I am always able to drink everything without a single drop wasted.
I, so very much, look forward to the day she allows me to drink every drop of her golden nectar rather than use the toilet. I don’t think she fully understands, or perhaps she does not believe my desire for this to happen.
Alas, my lovely wife is my Mistress and my Goddess. I love her more than anything of this world and will do anything for her. I devote my life to pleasing her any way I possibly can.