To Grow is to Learn
By The Anonymouse - fledgling@humanoid.net
Guided personal growth from the hands of your owner will always add to the pleasure of both.

"Don't worry," she said, "It'll be alright."
I wasn't so sure, but as always, looking at my Goddess's calm, secure stature, and
long, flowing blonde hair made me relax somewhat, and desire, as usual, to place my
trust in she, my spiritual owner. Her assured smile was warming and pacifying yet
at the same time mischievous and impish, a combination that makes me smile when I
look at it, every time.
She approached me patiently, as I sat kneeling on the hardwood floor of our
apartment, staring up at her. Emmy is my Goddess, and I adore her unerringly. To
me, she is the model of perfection, and astonishingly beautiful, both physically,
and as a human being. She leads me through our mutual sexual discovery, and I place
my trust in her absolutely. After all, that is what a good relationship is about:
trust. I trust Emmy to know what is best for me, for us, and to guide me down the
best path for us both, even if the steps along that way at times make me
uncomfortable.
Emmy stood naked, now, aside for the thin panties covering her most intimate parts,
and I watched her approach with a combination of mild trepidation and gentle awe.
She was about to introduce me to something new, a way of sharing, she said, that in
time would lead to a better relationship.
Emmy smiled at me warmly but authoritatively as she came near. She slowed and then
paused as her delightful lower curvature came close to touching my face. Almost
idly she slipped off her panties. I stared, as I do every time. I can't help it.
She's so beautiful, all of her. And my Goddess, as I can see from her smile, does
not mind my appreciation in the least. On the contrary, if anything it contributes
to our relationship as a constant marker of our shared joy - her beauty.
"Bring your face to my urethra," Emmy commanded, "You are going to drink from me."
"Wait...you mean your pee?" I asked, "You want me to drink your pee?"
"Exactly," she said. "I know it might sound weird to you, but its really not so
beyond normalcy. We share bodily fluids all the time, when we share a cup, or food
-- in fact, remember that time you drank some of my spit? That wasn't so bad, was
it?"
I had to admit that it was not. We had been sharing a drink of water, and as I went
to take a sip from it I noticed there was a large amount of her spit sitting in it.
I pointed this out to her, but she told me to drink it anyway. According to her, it
was natural that two partners exchange fluids -- and I'd had to admit that made
sense.
"You drink the juices from my vagina all the time," Emmy continued, "and drinking
my secretions will only bring you even closer to being one with me, and help you
love me even more. I will be sharing myself with you, and you will be partaking
from that which I have to give to you. It is good for us both. Now drink!"
She said this without yelling, without threatening me or making me nervous in any
way, but just the same I knew that this was a command, not an option.
Trepidatiously, I brought my mouth right underneath her vagina. 
"It's okay," Emmy said, "Don't you go worrying, it'll be fine. Now open your
mouth."
I did so timidly, and Emmy grasped my head with her hands gently, bringing it
closer in to her. Slowly, gently, she released her hold on her innards and a gentle
stream of light yellow fluid trickled down to me from within her, hitting the back
of my opened mouth.
I started when the fluid touched me, but my Goddess cooed and shushed me with
comforting motions of her hands on my head.
Emmy let the stream widen, and her pee began to pool in my mouth, touching my
tongue.
It was a new experience, and even though I expected it to taste awful, its subtle
tang felt fine, and the flavour reminded me of Emmy's scent, which lent some
comfort to me.
My Goddess saw the pee was rising in my mouth.
"Swallow," she said. "Don't close your mouth; but swallow."
This took me a moment to comprehend, but in the end I understood, and allowed
Emmy's fluid to trickle down my throat and down inside me even as I kept my mouth
open wide, still receiving my Goddess's secretion.
I looked up, away from Emmy's pussy, and met her eyes gazing down at me. She
smiled, and  asked me if I was still worried.
I shook my head no. I'm really not, I thought, in fact, this is relaxing,
comforting. I feel like I'm being an intimate part of my Goddess's life.
Slowly, Emmy's steady stream turned into a trickle, and petered out. She shook the
last few drops into my mouth, and I swallowed one last time. Not a single drop had
missed my awaiting gullet.
I leaned forward, resting my head against Emmy's crotch reverently.
"Thank you, Goddess Emmy."
"You are very welcome, dear one. I told you this would be a wonderful experience,
and see, it was."
"You're right. Of course you are right. You told me this would bring us closer
together, and now I see that this experience is one that only a couple as close and
loving as we are can share."
"Exactly, my dear."
Drinking Emmy's pee had opened a new world for me, let me see even further how my
place as her darling possession would benefit not only she but myself as well. I
was now involved in a deeply private portion of Emmy's life, forever tied to her by
the liquids she produced. It made me happy knowing that I had this special
connection to my Goddess that no one else could claim, and that she loved me for
it.
Emmy sat down on the floor, cross legged, and I, taking her cue, curled up by her
feet. She placed my head tenderly on her lap and petted it slowly, lovingly.
"Let's sit." she said, "And enjoy each other's company for a while."
And so we did.