I get home from work, tired but in good spirits. And there she is, getting up to greet me at the door with a kiss and an embrace. It's all totally normal couples things, even my hand lingering a little longer on her butt.
Dinner is a joint effort, and absolutely not out of the ordinary. At least if we count the cooking, and not me whispering things in her ears. Things that make her nod, and make her legs buckle slightly. Other than that, and a few stray gropes of her irresistible body followed by a heartfelt compliment, things progress normally. We talk about how our days went, and soon enough dinner is ready.
It isn't until dinner is served that she gets to show how special she is. Not just a girlfriend, but a good girl. I serve the food, while she begins undressing. I set down my plate on the table, together with a knife and fork. As is usual. For her on the other hand, I pour everything into a dog bowl. She's already seated on the floor, and I put down the bowl for her, look her in the eyes, then spit on it. "A special treat, just for you" I tease, then kiss her forehead.
Dinner passes quite normally too. I eat my meal, and she eats hers. We talk about what to make for dinner the next day. Just normal couple things. I do stick my foot between her legs and tease her bare clit with my toes. But what couple hasn't been known to do some under the table toe flirting?
When we're both finished, I look down at her, and she looks up at me. I'm happy to see she looks content and happy in her position on the floor. It's so great that we've found a dynamic that makes us both feel so fulfilled. Not every couple has that. I ask her if she wants something to drink and she nods. So I pour her some water into the now empty bowl. She looks up at me with a slight pleading look, before going down to lap it up.
"Maybe you wanted something else to drink?" I ask, and get a nod in reply. But that nod isn't enough. "Then tell me what you want to drink. Use your words". Of course I know what is on her mind, but I think it's sweet to have her embarrassingly admit to one of those things that make her special. It takes a little bit, but then she finally admits that she wants my piss. "Of course you do, I just wanted to make sure you drank enough water! Good girls get to drink piss, after all. And I think you've been a good girl today" I tell her, then give her another kiss on the forehead.
As we've done before, she holds up her bowl for me, and I relieve myself in it, filling it up for her. As I pee, I wonder if the sound of my piss hitting the metal bowl has yet to give her a pavlovian arousal response, knowing just how much she's come to enjoy the act of being my piss slut. When I'm done, she sets the bowl down and waits for me to give her permission to drink.
I finally give the word, and she does not hesitate. She laps it up with even more intensity than she did with the water. And the blush on her cheeks, as well as the flushed spot growing on her chest tells me she's really enjoying herself. Once again I'm glad that I can bring her this much pleasure. But an important aspect of a good relationship is a mutual level of give and take. So I lean back in my chair, pants still pulled down, and tell her that once she's done with her treat, she can come over and use her lovely lips to cockwarm me.
