Eden's First Golden Shower
Two golden streams, one submissive, and the wettest lesson in submission Eden has ever received.
Author’s Note: This is a standalone, taboo short story featuring characters from my series: “The Education of Eden.” This story is set after that series.
Chapter 1: Steel and Silk
The few days since my first watersports experience with Master Dante had crawled by with agonizing slowness. Every time my phone buzzed, I hoped it would be him summoning me over for another encounter. When the text finally arrived, my pulse quickened with anticipation. Would we continue exploring the strange intimacy of watersports, or had he devised some new boundary to push?
I arrived at his house precisely on time, a small victory considering my historical punctuality issues. Master Dante sat on his usual spot on the couch, pointing down the hallway without a word. But something caught my eye - a second glass on the coffee table beside his. The crystal tumbler still held traces of what looked like whiskey, amber droplets clinging to the sides.
My stomach clenched with sudden jealousy. Had he entertained another woman? Another submissive? The questions burned in my throat, but our rules were ironclad. Once I walked through that door for a training session, I belonged entirely to Master Dante. Eden, the girlfriend with her messy emotions and insecurities, had no place here. Only his obedient submissive existed during these sessions.
I forced myself to walk down the hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. The familiar ritual of preparation usually calmed me, but tonight anxiety thrummed through my veins.
Downstairs, I found an outfit laid out on the bench for me to put on instead of stripping nude. A simple white cotton t-shirt and matching white cotton shorts, both sized to fit snugly against my body. A note in Master Dante's precise handwriting read: Wear this.
I stripped and pulled on the outfit. The soft cotton felt strange after so many sessions spent completely bare. The shorts hugged my hips and the t-shirt molded to my breasts, the thin fabric doing little to hide my body's contours. Why was he having me wear clothes? Was this connected to that second glass upstairs?
I assumed inspection position - standing with my legs spread, hands behind my back, eyes lowered. The waiting began, that deliberate tension-building pause that made every nerve in my body sing with anticipation.
But tonight felt different. More charged. Through the ceiling, I could swear I heard multiple sets of footsteps moving around his living room. My heart hammered against my ribs as the sounds grew closer to the basement stairs.
Two sets of footsteps.
Panic flooded my system. Was Master Dante bringing another Master to observe our session? Was he introducing another submissive into our dynamic? The thought made my chest tight with something that felt uncomfortably like possessiveness. I didn't want to share this. What we had - the careful balance of dominance and submission, the gradual expansion of boundaries, the tender moments afterward - felt perfect exactly as it was.
I heard them descending the stairs, the wooden steps creaking under multiple sets of feet. My eyes remained fixed on the floor as commanded, but I could see shoes and legs coming into view. Master Dante's familiar black boots appeared first, followed by another pair of legs that made my anxiety transform into something entirely different.
Distinctive thigh-high leather boots with six-inch stiletto heels. Only one person I knew wore those particular boots with such confidence.
Mistress Valencia.
Relief washed over me so powerfully that I nearly swayed in my standing position. This changed everything. Valencia and I had a history, both intimate and complicated. The night of their takeover of the Gorean Order, we'd shared Robert in an explosive encounter that still haunted my dreams. Over the past few weeks, I'd worked closely with her to establish the new Order of Service, helping craft policies that would respect both dominants and submissives.
But I'd never submitted to her directly. Our previous encounter had been organic, spontaneous - three people coming together in passion and rebellion. This would be different. Structured. She would be my Mistress, and I would kneel at her feet just as I did for Master Dante.
The prospect thrilled me more than I wanted to admit. Valencia commanded respect in ways that went beyond her stunning beauty or commanding presence. She understood power - how to wield it, how to share it, how to make others crave it. I'd watched her work magic on powerful men, reducing them to eager puppies with nothing more than a raised eyebrow or softly spoken command.
My breathing deepened as I waited for them to speak, to explain why I was clothed, what they had planned for tonight. The white cotton suddenly felt almost translucent against my heated skin, as if their combined gaze could see right through the thin fabric to the anticipation building beneath.
Whatever they had planned, I knew it would push me into uncharted territory. With Valencia involved, tonight would be about more than exploring new kinks or testing physical boundaries. It would be about power dynamics on an entirely different level.
"Eden," Master Dante's voice carried that familiar note of authority that made my spine straighten automatically. "Mistress Valencia will be joining us this evening."
I kept my eyes lowered as instructed, watching those distinctive boots move closer. The leather creaked softly with each step, and I caught a hint of her signature perfume - something dark and sophisticated that seemed to embody power itself.
"Mistress Valencia has a particular interest in watersports," Master Dante continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's actually a very popular kink among those who practice femdom. I thought you might benefit from her... expertise."
The boots stopped directly in front of me. A perfectly manicured hand with black nail polish appeared in my field of vision, fingers adorned with silver rings that caught the basement's harsh lighting.
"Hello, dear." Valencia's voice was like warm honey over steel. "I'm excited to dominate you. I have to admit, I've envied Robert for having such a beautiful and sexy submissive."
Heat flushed through my cheeks at the compliment, even as my stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation.
"Are you okay with me dominating you alongside Master Dante tonight?"
I lifted my gaze just enough to meet her dark eyes, seeing amusement dancing there alongside something much more predatory.
"Yes, Mistress Valencia. I'm excited to see... and feel you in action."
Her lips curved into a smile that promised both pleasure and pain in equal measure. Master Dante stepped forward, gesturing toward me with one hand.
"Valencia, would you do the honor of inspecting her?"
"Of course."
Mistress Valencia circled me slowly, her boots clicking against the concrete floor. Unlike Master Dante's inspections, which felt clinical and methodical, hers felt like being stalked by a beautiful predator. Every few seconds, she would pause to examine some part of my body more closely.
"Open your mouth."
I obeyed, and she peered inside with the intensity of a dentist. Her fingers traced along my jawline before moving to check behind my ears.
"Hmm. When did you last wash your hair, Eden?"
"Yesterday, Mistress Valencia."
"It doesn't smell fresh. That's one infraction."
My jaw clenched slightly. If I wash it every day, I get split ends, but I kept my protests to myself.
She continued her inspection, running her hands over my arms and examining my fingernails with microscopic attention to detail. When she reached my breasts, she squeezed them through the thin cotton shirt, testing their firmness like she was evaluating fruit at a market.
"Turn around."
I rotated slowly, feeling her hands map every inch of my back and shoulders. Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down just enough to expose my ass.
"Spread your legs wider."
Heat burned in my cheeks as I complied. Her fingers traced between my thighs, finding moisture.
"Already wet," she murmured, almost to herself. "But I can see some stubble? A good submissive should be completely shaved."
"I did shave," I said through gritted teeth.
"Are you talking back to me?" Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"No, Mistress Valencia."
"That's two infractions. And questioning my judgment makes three."
She withdrew her fingers and walked over to the wall where Master Dante kept his collection of implements. The St. Andrew's cross dominated one corner of the basement, its dark wood polished to a menacing shine. I'd been bound to it many times before, but never by anyone other than Master Dante.
"These infractions require punishment. Two swats for each," Mistress Valencia announced, selecting a thin rattan cane from the wall. "Come here."
On trembling legs, I walked to the cross. She secured my wrists to the upper restraints and my ankles to the lower ones, leaving me spread-eagled and vulnerable. The white cotton shorts stretched tight across my ass as she positioned me exactly how she wanted.
"You will count each stroke and thank me for it," she instructed, running the cane lightly across my exposed thighs. "If you miss a count or forget to thank me, we start over."
The first blow landed with a crack that echoed through the basement. Fire exploded across my right cheek, more intense than anything Master Dante had ever delivered.
"One! Thank you, Mistress Valencia!"
The second stroke crossed the first at an angle, creating a burning X pattern on my skin.
"Two! Thank you, Mistress Valencia!"
By the sixth stroke, tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. My ass felt like it was on fire, each breath sending fresh waves of pain through the welts she'd raised.
"Six! Thank you, Mistress Valencia!"
Master Dante appeared beside her, releasing my restraints only to flip me around and secure me facing outward. Now they could both see my flushed face and heaving chest.
"Look how beautiful she is when she's been properly disciplined," Mistress Valencia murmured.
Master Dante's hands found my breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the thin cotton. When he pinched my nipples through the fabric, I gasped and arched against the restraints.
Mistress Valencia's fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband of my shorts, finding the wetness between my thighs.
"Such a little slut," she whispered against my ear. "Getting so wet from being punished. Your body betrays you, doesn't it?"
Her fingers worked expertly, finding that sensitive spot that made my vision blur. Combined with Master Dante's assault on my breasts, the dual stimulation pushed me rapidly toward the edge.
"Please," I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
"Please what?" Mistress Valencia's voice was silk and steel.
"Please may I come?"
"Yes, you may."
The orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, my body convulsing against the restraints as they continued their deliciously sadistic torture. I cried out, my voice echoing off the concrete walls.
When the waves finally subsided, Mistress Valencia asked Master Dante, "Are you ready?"
"I am."
Ready for what? The question burned in my mind as she pulled my shorts back into place and released me from the cross.
Chapter 2: Drowned Cat
"Walk over to the shower stall and squat," she commanded.
I moved on unsteady legs to the tiled shower in the corner, where Master Dante and I had explored watersports just days before. The drain in the floor seemed to grin up at me like a knowing mouth.
I squatted down, both of them watching intently. When I reached for the waistband of my shorts, Mistress Valencia's sharp voice stopped me.
"No. Did I say to take them off? Leave them on. I want to see you make a wet mess of yourself."
My face burned with embarrassment as I processed her request. She wanted me to urinate while clothed, to soak the pristine white cotton with my own piss. The humiliation factor was exponentially higher than our previous experiments.
I tried to relax, to let go as I had learned to do, but performance anxiety crept in again. Their combined gaze felt like a physical weight pressing down on me.
"Take your time," Master Dante said gently. "Remember what we practiced."
I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of my breathing, willing my body to obey. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the first trickle begin.
