Dew Driver Cocktail

We were invited to a friends place for a party this weekend. In public venues, I look for ways to practice my submission through subtle acts of subservience and through service. I always keep a watchful eye on his drink glass and his food and make sure he has drink refills before he is fully finished and his plate is never left empty and unattended for more than minute or so. My close friends used to tease me about this but now they have gotten used to it.

As the conversation picked up, I refilled my God's single malt scotch drink handed it to him, sat down in front of him on the floor and leaned back on the sofa where he sat. I also set the cocktail I had prepared for myself beside me on the floor. As I leaned back, my God lifted both his feet, swung them around my torso and placed them on my lap. Indians are usually barefooted when we are indoors, so this gave me an opportunity to caress and rub his feet with my hands.
As we talked and laughed a woman I had not met before settled down on the seat next to my God. After a while she noticed me sipping my cocktail and asked, "What's that drink?"
It's a "Dew Driver", I replied. "That looks good" she said, "Can I taste it?".
I hesitated and looked uncertainly at my God, who was trying to keep a straight face.
While I was wondering what I should say, she reached out and took the cocktail from my hands and took a generous sip.
"Wow, this is nice, Can you make me one?"
"She makes one hell of a Dew Driver", my God said and grinned.

Now my drink contained a twist to the regular Dew Driver cocktail recipe. Before we had left for the party, my God had peed into a small plastic bottle and I had carried it with me and had added 1 part of his pee secretly to my drink in addition to the 1 part Vodka, 2 parts orange juice,1 part Mountain Dew and a few cubes of ice that the regular recipe called for. Adding his pee to my drink, made me mindfully aware of what my stature was even in public where it is difficult to flaunt my submission more overtly.

"Sure", I said and got up and fixed her a regular Dew Driver cocktail, sans my secret ingredient.
"How is it"? I asked as I watched her take a sip.
"It looks and tastes different". "I like the one you have better"
"Honey, you must have forgotten to add the Cointreau to her drink as I taught you", my God said grinning
 " I sure did", I said smiling.
"Can you be a darling, and fix it then" she asked politely
I looked at my God for his permission. He shrugged. So I took the drink back and when no one was watching, added the secret ingredient it was missing, stirred,  and took it back to the woman.
She took a sip and her face lit up. "That's it, now it tastes great. So it is the Cointreau then. Please text me the recipe" she said, giving me her mobile number.

I wonder how she will react when she adds the Cointreau to the drink and still finds out that it tastes different, or maybe she would have forgotten the original taste by then.