After a day of sessions in my beautiful luxury apartment I take off my basque and long satin gloves, put on my black silk dressing gown over my black bra, satin panties and stockings, get the red wine out of the cupboard and pour the silky red drink into a tall slender glass.  I’m ready for this I smile to myself, remembering another awesome day in my life. The giggles I had at men’s expenses, fucking the cute one with dark hair with my strap on but not before making him suck it.

I sip my wine revelling in the power I hold over the opposite sex. I walk to the bathroom to run myself a hot bath. Then I hear a faint knock on the door. “Who is that?? I wanted a nice evening to myself with my wine and a bite to eat. I’ll get rid of them.”

I open the door to a student like man. He looks at me nervously I stare back wondering what this guy wants.

“Well???”  I say getting a little impatient.

“Hi” he stuttered, “I’m from the Samaritans. I’m going door to door giving advice on the help we can offer.”

This guy looks petrified I see him trying his best not to look at my stocking tops peeping below my dressing gown. He looks like a lost boy. I take a sip of my wine and think “One more tonight won’t hurt. Why not!”

“Come in,” I demand. “Please come in.”

He walks past me and waits for me to close the door. He looks at the floor when he sees me lock it.

He then follows me into the room; I can sense this man’s fear as clear as I can see him in front of me. I just wanna play with him, I won’t hurt him just a little giggle before bed I think to myself.

I ask him if he would like to join me with a glass of wine. He looks at me. “It’s not a trick question.” I tell him. He gratefully says yes.

“You’re my last call so yes I would like that.”

“Good” I replied.

I sit in my couch and tell him to pass me my cigarettes and lighter. He looks round, picks them up and walks towards to me.

I put a cigarette in my mouth waiting for him to light it. He notices what he needs to do and lights my cigarette.

“Smoking is bad for you” he quietly says.

I pull back on the cigarette deeply and blow it his way.

“Sit down next to me…” I tell him. “So if you’re a Samaritan and I’m being bad by smoking why don’t you help me stop?”

“Yes!! Yes I can do that…”

He starts to wine on about all the ways I can stop, I put my finger to his mouth and shake my head. “ssshhhh, not like that,” I say, “you can help me stop by smoking them for me!!”

I place one in his mouth and light it. I pull back on mine and nod at him to do the same. He coughs; I laugh and put his wine to his mouth I tell him the wine will help.

“Do you drink and smoke?” I ask him. “No he says, never!”

I laugh to myself thinking “you do now!”

He finishes his wine.

I pour him another…

I make him smoke again with me pulling in my cigarette I blow it in his face slowly. He’s smoking his like a naughty school boy.

“See you’re helping me stop I tell him if you help me finish this packet I can stop.” His glass is empty, “Time for another,” I tell him.

I’m now getting another bottle out of the cupboard. I tell him to drink it faster; he does as he is told.

I see now his cheeks are rosy his lips are red. It’s time I smile to myself.

“You must be hungry after your day of working,” he nods, “eat with me.” I insist.

I go and get my sandwich out the fridge; I take it back to him.

“Watch,” I tell him “watch how I make a simple sandwich into a gourmet meal…”

I open it up and spit into the corner of it. He looks in shock. I tear that corner off, move closer to him and place into his open accepting mouth.

He chews on it slowly staring into my eyes like a love struck puppy.

“Mmm, this one’s easy.” I open the sandwich again pull back all the phlegm I can from my throat and spit into it. I feed it to him. Again he’s willingly accepting his fate. He eats chews and swallows he tells me how delicious it is.

“Drink!” I demand, “drink more wine.”

Before I pass him his glass I spit into his wine.

I light another cigarette this time I use his wine as an ashtray, he still drinks it.

“Hurry,” I tell him, “finish your wine and have another cigarette.”

He finishes his wine.

“Oh no” I tell him, “You’ve finished all the wine!”

I can see by his disappointment he wants more.

“Not to worry,” I tell him, “I’ve been saving the best till last.” I take his glass from him and tell him I’ll be right back.

I take his glass to the bathroom and fill it with my warm sweet piss!!! Right to the top!

I take it back to him “Drink this I tell him this is the real shit!!!”

He takes the glass looks at me and says “it’s warm!” he’s looking all innocent and confused. I should feel bad at this point but for some reason I don’t. Not one little bit.

“Yes I tell him that’s how you drink this wine” and tell him how lucky he is that I’m sharing it with him.

He sips it at first… He likes it. He starts to gulp it back it’s running down his chin and neck!!

I’m excited at what’s happening!!! Excited and satisfied.

He puts down his glass wipes his mouth and asks if there’s any more.

“Well now Mr ‘do-gooding Samaritan man, you have finished the wine and the cigarettes. Seems your job is done here!!”   I can see he’s drunk and thirsty for more.

“It’s time for you to go!”

I stand and walk towards the door, he follows, I show him out.

“Thank you, Thank you!” he says.

“No thank you,” I reply, “please come again any time…”

I close the door. I stand against the back of it with my hand to my mouth giggling at how cruel that was.

Now it really is bed time, no more games for tonight!

Good night slaves,

Your Yorkshire Mistress Jay.

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