Mistress Jardena - Drink it all! Bitch!

Mistress Jardena sat on her golden throne, wearing a sparkling silver gown that perfectly complemented her luxurious surroundings. Her eyes lit up as she watched her slave kneel before her, holding a glass of champagne. "Now, bitch," she purred, "drink it all. Every last drop." The slave nervously took a sip, his tongue darting out to catch any drops that might escape his lips. Mistress Jardena narrowed her eyes, unimpressed by his hesitation. "I said drink it all," she repeated, exasperated. With trembling hands, the slave tipped the glass back, gulping down the champagne in one go. It was sweet and decadent, bubbling against his tongue as it slid down his throat. He tried to keep up with Mistress Jardena's demanding pace, chugging as much as he could before she snatched the glass away from him. She smiled, her ruby red lips curling into a wicked smile. "That's better," she murmured, running her hand over his head. "Now I want you to drink the champagne from the bowl." The slave looked down at the small, golden bowl nestled between Mistress Jardena's thighs. Confusion washed over him as he realized what she meant. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what she wanted him to do. "Drink it, bitch," Mistress Jardena commanded again, her tone leaving no room for refusal. Slowly, hesitantly, the slave lowered his head to the bowl, his nose brushing against her silky thighs. The smell of the champagne was overpowering, mixed with the musky scent of his Mistress. Taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth wide, allowing the cool liquid to trickle into his throat. Mistress Jardena watched, amused, as her slave dutifully lapped up every last drop of the precious liquid. She let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back on her throne with a smile on her lips. "That's my good little bitch," she purred, reaching down to stroke his head. As the slave looked up at her with wide, pleading eyes, Mistress Jardena chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, bitch," she purred, "I'll give you more."