"Had this been anyone else, or even a different time in my life, I might have taken it the wrong way. I might have gotten upset, shied away, or felt a...kward or something. A part of me had already grown fond of the big man across the room, though. I knew he was absolutely sincere in his words, and I so wanted to just soak up that male attention. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom. She's been the world to me the last couple of years, playing the role of both mom and dad, and now the role of lover.. Woman equaled beauty, man equaled shame. Freudians, for instance, thought the male phallus was just too powerful a figure for the weak willed women of the day.But the modern reality was far different, indeed its polar opposite. While the smooth shaven Venus Mount was still considered by all the height of beauty, the male phallus lost its inherent power and morphed into its opposite quality; cocks became shameful not as too powerful an image, but because they symbolized utter impotence. As men's. Sending a order to her brain, she felt the feeling rush to her bladder and soon enough, her pussy lips spread and her pee-hole began to squirt out hot, honey-colored urine that soon drenched the plant in her pee. She let out a soft, blissful sigh as her pee continued to water and rain down on the plant and felt the relief flush her body hot and her nipples to pucker and tighten more under the shirt. Once she felt the plant had received enough of her pee, she closed her pee-hole and pulled back. Eventually the three guys all started to say goodbye and one by one they left the club leaving me stood alone with him.”Now sit opposite me” he ordered.”Thank you Master” I said and sat.”I hear you want a sub life, to serve a dominant man, be his slut, slave, servant, whatever” he said to me.Four guys on the next table all looked over.”Yes Master I do” I replied “Not a weekend role, not a vanilla plaything that wants to bail out once training becomes tough?” He asked. His blue eyes bore into.