As a servant to the GEBIETERIN, I wake up early and prepare everything for HER, exactly the way she prefers it to be. I'll run the bath, lay out, and if necessary iron, the clothes she instructed me to fetch the night before, and when everything is ready I gently kiss HER feet ... If SHE is gracious and not in a rush, SHE allows me to assist HER in HER morning body care routine. Everytime this honor is bestowed upon me a feeling of tremendous joy and satisfaction imbues me. Giddy and almost trembling and shaking with excitement I bow down and kneel while she takes a hot shower. As the water pours over HER magnificent body the moist air saturates with a melange of HER fabulous scent and the fragrance of lotions tailor-made to suit HER unique style. I take deep breaths and let the redolency fill my lungs while keeling down and staring up to HER, behind the glass separation, much like a puppy at the frontdoor awaiting to return of its owner while the car is already backing into the garage. All of the sudden GEBIETERIN decides to indulge me with a treat, she opens the door and says: "Hop in boy, it's time to mark you!". Overcome with joy, I assume the proper position right before HER, on my knees, with my head bowed in prostration. SHE takes my head into HER hands and says: "You may look up!". Slowly I raise my head while HER grip around my skull tightens. My face is located directly below her vulva, giddy with excitement I long to just lunge forward and lose myself in the chasm between HER labia. But now SHE squeezes my cranium really hard and pushes me back, gives me a tap on my genitals with her right foot while keeping me firm in place with her powerful grip. With a strict and somewhat ominous tone SHE orders: "Sit, and keep calm, don't you dare to move!". Still hurting from pain emanating from my genitals and moving up into my abdominal region, I get a grip of myself and assume the proper position, looking up straight into HER heavenly realm. SHE says: "I want you to breath it all in, I want you to taste it, to smell it, I want it in your eyes, ears and lungs! Do you understand boy!?". I do not dare to utter a word and just give HER a slight nod. SHE slowly says: "Good!" while squeezing by head extra hard. Then it begins. HER holy fountain begins to pour the golden nectar down on me and I open up all my sensory organs, drinking it, breathing it in, letting it rain all over my head and torso, my lungs and eyes fill up with HER golden nectar ... HER grip grows tighter and tighter until SHE administers the last drop of HER hallowed juices. Then SHE violently pushes me away causing me to slip and fall on the tile floor of the ground-level shower. I am still dazed from HER powerful grip around my skull and the honor of allowing me to take in her gilded liquor, but wince when SHE puts her left foot on my testicles and squeezes hard. With an imperious tone she commands: "You filthy disgusting animal! You are soaked with urine. Get yourself cleaned up and don't you dare to soil my premises!", while she drops a piece of soap on me. Still reeling and writhing from pain, I manage to get a hold of the slippery soap and immediately begin to rub it all over my body, while still lying on the ground. SHE yells: "Hurry up you dirty scraggy dog, life is too short to waste it on a hideous creature like you!". I scramble to finish up soaping my body and whisper: "Done, meine GEBIETERIN." Immediately a streak of ice-cold water rains down me. Although having gone through this procedure numerous times, the contrast between the hot, steamy ambiance and the freezing cold water still puts me almost into a state of shock and induces convulsions. After hosing me down SHE opens the glass door and says in a warm and more conciliatory tone: "You may go now. Fetch me the bathrobe, dear!". While still quivering and shivering from the cold shower I get up and do as I was told ... the thought of SHE calling me "dear" resonates in my brain and fills me with boundless joyousness ...