I love my Mistress.
She is my Goddess, and the one that I worship.
I reached out a trembling hand and took the cup. The liquid didn’t seem to smell of anything, but I supposed that was to be expected if it was fresh. God, I hoped it was fresh!
“Go on, just knock it back in one go. There’s not much of it,” Laura goaded.
All at once I made my decision. I took a deep breath and tipped the contents down my throat. The liquid was room temperature, but it didn’t seem to taste of anything really. I’d expected it to be salty, or something.
Laura was giggling at my expression of revulsion. She leaned over and gave me a big kiss. I drew back, “You shouldn’t be kissing me!” I spluttered. “I’ve got a mouth full of Christine’s piss!”
“You didn’t really think we’d make you drink piss, did you?” sh
