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LadyJill -> Ode to the Golden Shower (12/27/2004 12:49:52 AM)
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Many of you have read these before but they are ohhh soooo interesting...
Wine
Since I moved to the northeast, I have tasted more wine than any other place I've lived. It seems most households here keep wine as a staple for dinner. I am not a fan of wine. I don't like the dry or bitter taste and after one glass I have a headache for the next twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I try to avoid most wines at all cost..except for one particular sweet wine that is absolutely divine.
Several summers ago, I had many weeks that were very unpleasant; anything that could possibly go wrong did. During one rainy Connecticut evening I received a phone call inquiring about an appointment. I recognized this New Zealand voice on the other end as one of the male creatures I had seen last week. He was a funny little man that kept praising My southern accent and declaring how lucky he was to be in My presence. I got a little laugh on how differently we both sounded and how hard it was to understand each other. So to cheer Myself up I decided to schedule an evening appointment with this male.
When he arrived he was directed towards the downstairs entrance room to remove his clothing and kneel down on the concrete floor to wait for Me. Twenty minutes later, I appeared before this creature in a long black PVC dress, black thigh high stockings and black stiletto heels. He glanced up at Me, which was a big mistake since males are not allowed to look upon Me without prior permission. A bare hand landed fast on his face that shook his body almost out of the kneeling position. He knew what he had done wrong and said "I am sorry Mistress for looking at your beautiful body without permission." "Well worm, that won't happen again since you won't be able to see tonight" I declared, and I put a leather padded hood on his head. I laced the back from crown down to the neck extremely tight and one by one fastened each buckle on the black hood. Then I put a dog leash on the front o-ring and lead him to the stone dungeon where the fun was to begin. His knees were bleeding from the rough concrete as I drug him up off the floor so I could attach suspension cuffs on his hands. This male creature had a nice muscular body, which was pleasing to the eye, however he smoked and reeked of stale cigarettes. So after I hooked the cuffs to the suspended ropes, I had My sissy maid from upstairs bring down a cold bucket of soapy water. "Wash this silly male good because I can't stand the smell of him" I said and My sissy maid gladly obliged with a scrub brush in hand. Vigorously she moved the scrub brush all over his body, not missing a spot. I could tell the creature was starting to enjoy this treatment because along with the goose pimples was one large hard dick. I laughed as I slapped this huge erection down.
Scrubbed, dried and smelling better, My creature stood naked in My dark stone dungeon. I put a large spotlight on his body and began to remove the bondage hood. As I disappeared into the darkness of the room, I watched his eyes squint to adjust to the blaring bright light. "Mistress?", he called out. "Mistress please where are you?" Several minutes passed and I saw his lower lip quiver from fright. He called out again, this time with urgency. "I am here" I called out from the darkness. "May I see you Mistress?" this creature meekly asked. "No worm, you lost that privilege when you first came to Me. You were told what was proper etiquette here last week and in that short amount time you forgot how to act. Therefore, you will not lay eyes on Me tonight but you surely will feel Me." He fell forward as My single-tail slashed across his back.
After fifteen minutes of hard lashings over My creature's body, I decided to take a small break. I walked back into the entrance room and found this brown paper bag rolled around a bottle. I picked the package up and read the note attached. To My lovely Mistress Jill, it said and I took the bottle out and saw that it was a bottle of New Zealand wine. The nerve and forgetfulness of this pathetic man! Last week I distinctly told him that I don't drink wine and he brought some anyway as a gift. What the hell? Soon mean thoughts flooded My mind so I summoned My sissy maid to assist Me in My devious actions.
"Slut, come down here and open this bottle of wine", I shouted and immediately I heard the little clicking sounds of My sluts heels rushing to downstairs. My sissy maid, still trying to walk in high heels, found an opener and began work on the bottle. She looked perplexed when the cork came out of the bottle because she knew that I didn't drink wine.
"Mistress will you be needing a glass?" she asked. "No, but I will need My rubber hood with the funnel attachment" I ordered. "Yes Mistress", My slut said and scurried off to fetch the item.
I returned to the dungeon area to check on My worm. His legs and head were bent over forward and his hands were still suspended in the air. I lowered his arms down and made him rub his hands to get the circulation flowing. Then I ordered him to get down on his stomach so I can see him wiggle like I worm. He dutifully did as he was told and squirmed naked on My cold dungeon floor. I spat on his face and ass as a reward.
Soon My sissy maid returned with the rubber hood. I lubed up the inside and placed it on My worm's head. Grabbing him by the balls, I jerked him over on his back so he was lying up facing the ceiling. Slowly I began kicking him, just nudging each side of his legs up to his head. I rubbed My patent leather boots in between his arms and ribs. Then I placed one boot on his chest and stood up. My worm was holding all My weight up on this chest. Each boot heel was stretching his skin, threatening to tear right through. I began to laugh as I twisted into each of his nipples. I had noticed that this worm, naked on My concrete floor, had a stiff erection looking straight at Me. I stepped on to his muscular thighs and slammed My boot down on his cock. A loud moan filtered through the rubber hood as I smashed this hard cock on the concrete. Quickly the erection faded and I placed a metal cock cage on his member to prevent further irrational behavior.
I had let the wine warm up and it was now ready to use. I ordered this creature to get up and sit down on a wooden bench. I grabbed some rope from My pegboard and tied his hands and feet to the eye bolts drilled in the bench. I jumped up on the bench and positioned the funnel tightly underneath My Pussy. My sweet smell filled the tube and his lungs. I saw his chest move rapidly to inhale My perfume. Slowly I began to pour warm wine down the funnel and he began to cough. I briefly stopped so he could catch his breath then began to pour half the bottle of the wine down the funnel.
I removed the hood and slipped back into the darkness. His face had some imprints from the hood and his hair was a funny mess. I could see that the alcohol had made his face cherry red. He kneeled down and began to praise Me over and over again. "Thank you Mistress, thank you for letting Me swallow your piss", My worm cried. Tears filled his eyes as he had thought he redeemed himself and was granted permission to My urine. I started laughing.
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