Memories of the old days

It's a fantastic honour being Goddess's slave and I try hard to obey all her orders as quickly as possible. If I get anything wrong or don't act quickly enough she reminds me that I am a pathetic cunt but I try my best. She is worried at the moment about her health and that means I am worried too, because I want her to be happy and well. I saw her this weekend but she didn't want me to stay, so I went down on Saturday to do my chores, and again on Sunday to bring her an item of furniture she wanted.
It's always a pleasure to see her and serve her because she truly is a goddess and absolutely beautiful, but I think back fondly to when I served her a few years ago. In those days I would spend the whole weekend at her house. I would sleep on the floor, sometimes in a straight jacket or a hood. She would sometimes make me lie down on the ground while she pissed on me, and she made me drink all her golden nectar from morning to night. Sometimes she would get me to dress as a maid while I cooked or cleaned. At other times she would whip me while I did my chores. Ah! - happy days!
I remember on one occasion we had been out for the evening and travelled back by train to her local station. For some reason I had said something that she didn't like. When we got to the station car park she ordered me to lie on the ground and pissed all over me. Then she kicked me as hard as she could in the body, got in her car and drove off. I was lying there, soaked to the skin, bruised and totally humiliated. But it only made me worship her even more. I guess being a slave is all about accepting humiliation and relishing it in the knowledge that it is what Goddess wants. Now that I have accepted my true position - as a pathetic cunt and a worthless piece of shit - I know it will be wonderful if and when Goddess decides to return to her former ways. That pee tasted so delicious I can't wait!