In the morning, as Mistress Natasha, also known as Angela, prepared her breakfast, she noticed that her servant wasn't moving too quickly. She gently nudged him and asked if everything was alright. The servant, whose face was almost buried in the cabinet, seemed to be struggling to find something.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Angela, slightly annoyed.
"I... I can't seem to find the milk for my cornflakes," answered the servant, barely audible.
Angela paused for a moment to think. She had run out of milk already, and she had no intention to go to the store just to get some. She looked at her servant and smirked.
"No worries, I've got an idea," she said, walking towards him.
The servant looked up at her, a mix of fear and curiosity in his eyes. Angela grabbed his bowl and filled it up with a thick, golden liquid. Without saying a word, she handed it to him.
The servant stared at the bowl in front of him, unsure of what to make of it. "Err, what is this?" he asked, his voice shaking.
Angela smiled mockingly. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she said. "It's just some of my 'golden nectar.' Isn't that what you called it yesterday when you were so eager to drink it?"
The servant's face turned red with embarrassment. He knew what she was talking about, but he couldn't believe she would actually make him drink her own urine.
"C'mon, don't be a baby," Angela continued, growing impatient. "You said it yourself, it'll make your breakfast even better. Isn't that right?"
The servant hesitated for a moment, but he knew there was no way out of it. Reluctantly, he took a spoonful of the urine-filled cereal and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a bite, expecting the worst.
To his surprise, the cornflakes mixed with the liquid didn't taste too bad. In fact, it was quite sweet. He took another bite, and then another, until he had finished the entire bowl.
Angela watched him with a smug grin. "See?" she said. "It's not that bad, is it?"
The servant tried to respond, but he couldn't find the words. He felt a strange mixture of shame and arousal coursing through his veins.
"Now, don't forget to drink the rest of my golden nectar," Angela said, handing him the empty jug. "You always said it was healthier to drink straight from the source, right?"
The servant took the jug and began to drink, feeling even more embarrassed but also increasingly excited by the strange sensations. As he drank, Angela played with his hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.
The morning passed by in a blur of shame and pleasure. Gradually, the servant began to feel stronger and more energized. He looked up at Angela, realizing that this was something he had never experienced before.
"Are you feeling better now?" Angela asked, raising an eyebrow.
The servant nodded, his heart racing. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice trembling. "Much better, thank you."
Angela smiled, her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Good," she said. "Because I have plans for you today, and I don't want you getting sick on me."
With that, she stood up and walked away, leaving the servant to wonder what she had in store for him next. But for now, he was just glad he had survived his first contact with Mistress Natasha's "golden nectar."
