kink, piss, praising my Miss' warmth, and how much it means to me
I miss having my Miss gift me the privilege of feeling her warmth on my skin or in my diapersI didn't post much here during those weeks, but she did that many times while she was here these days, and I feel so privileged for it... it felt so good, its warm feeling, its taste, its smell, having it soaking my face while I can't avoid ending up with a big smile on it. as well as the times she decided to give it to me in the diapers I was wearing at the moment, letting me keep it close to me for a longer time, and making me want to avoid changing for once.
every single drop of my Miss' warmth is something so precious and so valuable to me, enough to make me immediately drop to the floor to be able to lick it and feel it close to me, as she made a point of proving during those days.
I can imagine how degrading and humiliating all of this must be for me from her perspective. I want her to have that, I want her to rejoice in the levels of degradation and patheticness she is easily able to make me achieve. and yet, I am just unable to see it the same way myself. how could I see such a precious gift as something degrading? I could never see it as anything other than an immense privilege that I am lucky to receive.
that's also why I refuse to refer to it the same way others do, and use the term "her warmth" instead. it is unthinkable for me to even compare it to my, or anyone else's piss. I love being drenched in piss, mine or others', I love how degrading it feels. but that's still a different experience than the ones she gifts me.