The Many Flavors of Golden Showers

by Tom Miller aka puppy

The First Visit

At my first visit, I handed Mistress Katherine a list of my hard limits. “It’s long,” she commented. It was. I was inexperienced, unsure of what I could and couldn’t do. I didn’t want to consent to something only to find out it disgusted me, or worse.

Our time together was wonderful. After several months, I asked her what I could do to make our visits better. She thought about it and replied that I should give her a new list of hard limits. It should be one-third the length of the first one. I was stunned. How could I remove two-thirds of my hard limits?

At home, I sat with this task. Staring at the list. I came to golden showers. I had no interest in someone urinating on me. On the other hand, I rationalized, no one had ever died from being urinated on and I was sure it couldn’t last more than one minute or so. I took a deep breath and crossed it off the list. I was able to cross off a few more items, too.

A New Experience

At my next visit with Mistress, I handed her my new list. “Better,” she stated. We played for a while. I felt off. Not sure why. Eventually she appraised my naked body, pointed to towels spread on the floor, and ordered me to lay down on my back. I laid down and looked at her, unsure of what was coming next. She pulled her skirt above her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  A wave of relief washed over me. I was in for a treat, I was sure of it. She straddled my chest. I eagerly anticipated feeling her silky ass on my chest. She lowered herself into a squat. I took in her beauty. “Look at me,” she demanded. I jerked my eyes off her legs to her face. When my eyes met hers, I saw pure contempt. I wanted to slink away and hide in the corner. I couldn’t move. The weight of her contempt pinned me to the floor. Then I felt more of her contempt shower on my chest. It felt unnaturally hot – it wasn’t until later that I realized it was the shame and humiliation that burned. The sharp tang in the air punctuated my failings as a sub. All I could do was lay there feeling her contempt burn into my eyes and soak my body. It felt like it would never stop.

When the last drop hit my skin, she stated in no uncertain terms, that I had been a bad boy. A very bad boy. Then she told me to go to the shower and rinse off. She didn’t want to be around a pissy sub.

I turned on the shower and began rinsing. I scrubbed my skin to meet Mistress’ standards. I began to panic. I knew I had been in the shower a long time but I couldn’t go back until I was clean. Abruptly I stopped. I was trying to rinse away the shame. I dried off and returned to Mistress.

Standing naked in front of her, she explained that was Goddess Nectar. I got dressed and left. Outside, I had two concurrent thoughts: I was extremely grateful for her Nectar and I hopped that no one could smell the shame on my skin.

And Now…

Other times, we’ll be together and she’ll get a wicked twinkle in her eye. I love this twinkle. It means we are about to do something that makes her very happy. I’ll follow her into the bathroom and sit reclined in the bathtub. By this time, she’ll have her pants off. She’ll stand over my face and demand that I open my mouth. No sooner is my mouth open than it will be filled with her Goddess Nectar. Then it’ll be in my nose and my ears and running down my face. A flood of Nectar. I’ll close my eyes so they won’t sting. Swallow! Swallow! She’ll demand. I’ll try to breath and swallow but I’ll feel like I’m drowning. Perversely I’ll wonder if she is writing her name on my face as if it is a bank of fresh snow. Finished, she’ll jump out of the tub and shake every inch of her body. She’ll appear to be coming down from an adrenaline rush. The look of ecstasy will trigger a need in me to fetch her a large glass of water – or two or three – so we can do it again.

The most common situation for me, is that Mistress will walk to the bathroom and, as an after-thought, will ask if I want to come with her. Or, I’ll ask her if I can join her in the bathroom. She’ll give it some thought and then graciously allow me to follow. I’ll assume my position in the bathtub. She’ll straddle my face. Her Nectar will flow and I’ll swallow as much as I can. The knowledge that Mistress’s body made this Nectar and now it is inside my body fills me with immense joy. Her Nectar is a connection between us. My stomach will warm with her liquid. It’s an elixir. I’ll feel myself becoming healthier, stronger, and a better submissive. When she’s done–and if I have the presence of mind–I’ll ask if I can kiss a stray drop from her thigh. Usually I’m so entranced by the experience that I miss my chance.

Golden showers – Goddess Nectar—can elicit different emotions for both dommes and subs. I always get something from the experience, be it shame, joy, or a deep connection. Occasionally I wonder if I’m a pervert but I don’t care. My Mistress’ happiness and my happiness are all that matter.

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