I crafted an intense golden shower scene for my Dutch expat slave during our time in Beijing, blending subtlety with bold control.
At a discreet restaurant, I wore a teasingly short skirt and let just enough of a warm trickle escape to dampen my panties—nothing excessive, just the perfect amount to leave them enticingly wet. Slipping them off under the table, I handed the delicate, soaked fabric to my slave with a quiet command. His eyes widened as I ordered him to lick them dry, his tongue tracing every drop while I watched, savoring his submission amid the unsuspecting diners around us.
Later, we slipped away to the genderless bathroom in a bustling shopping mall, the air thick with anticipation. There, I took it further—positioning him beneath me, I let a steady stream flow directly into his eager mouth. The raw intimacy of it, paired with the thrill of such a public yet hidden act, amplified the power I held over him in that moment.
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