Slave's heart was pounding as he walked nervously into the opulent bathroom of his divine goddess. The anticipation of what was to come was immense, and he couldn't help but tremble with excitement and fear. He knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her every move.
"Get me the toilet seat cover, slave," she commanded, her voice soft yet authoritative. Slave quickly obliged, his hands shaking as he took the gleaming gold cover from its resting place and placed it over the seat for her. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants, his need for her growing more intense with every passing moment.
"Now pour me some water, slave," she said, her voice calm but strict. Slave grabbed a golden pitcher filled with cool spring water and poured it into the ceramic funnel that rested on the edge of the bathtub. As he watched the water flow into the funnel, his mind wandered to the idea of what would happen once she had drunk from it.
Divine Goddess Dream took her time, savoring every drop of the holy water as it flowed into her mouth through the funnel. When she was finally finished, she rose from her seat and turned to face him. Slave could feel his heart rate quicken at the sight of her, her body glistening with water droplets that clung to every curve.
"Now it is your turn, slave," she said, her voice steady and resolute. He couldn't believe what was happening; he was going to serve her in such an intimate way. He knelt before the toilet, his eyes downcast as he nervously waited for her command.
"Drink, slave," she said softly. Slave took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready to taste the divine nectar that flowed through the funnel into his mouth. The liquid was cool and sweet, flowing out quickly to fill his belly. As he drank, he felt his body respond to the sensation of power surging through him. He drank and drank, feeling the gold within him grow, feeling himself changing into the divine slave he was meant to be.
And then it happened. The gold began to fall. It felt like a thousand butterflies flapping their wings inside his stomach, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. But it didn't stop there. The gold kept falling, faster and faster, pushing him to his limits. He could feel the pressure building up inside him, threatening to overcome him.
"Mistress!" he cried out, tears streaming down his face from the intensity of it all. He felt like he was going to burst, like a dam about to give way. And then, finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He vomited intensely, emptying his stomach of the liquid gold that had transformed him.
The first time was over. But what awaited him would be even more rigorous training. He knew that he still had much to learn, much to become. But for now, he lay on the floor, spent but satisfied, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he waited for the next challenge to present itself.
