Crawling. Champagne. Violent fantasies.
Lake Baikal of Russia, often mistaken for a sea, is the deepest and oldest lake in the world. Offering one-fifth of all the fresh water in the world, it's odd how hidden away it is in a remote place where one cannot easily access it.
Although this ancient lake is remote, there is an endless source of life-giving water right here in the 'Big Smoke' City of London. Whilst back splicing the ends of My ropes, I engaged a tethered slave in conversation, probing at the darkest psyche of his deep submissive urges. The solution to his thirst? Madam's Golden Nectar.
Variety is the spice of life, as you'll see realised when two or three different girls join Me in urinating into your mouth while you cry. Beautiful.
In contrast to water from a jug, Madam offered something better: 'It will be nice to see a submissive plaything, mouth open and willing. Ready to accept My Golden Nectar, one will never thirst. My bubbling Champagne will become in them a fresh spring of water along their brutally beaten pathway to eternal enslavement.'
Many promise satisfaction but never fully sate our thirsty souls. Madam alone can satisfy our submissive hearts and Her provision ever flows. Wonderful.