“Are you alone, Pet”
Yes, My Master
“What are you?”
I am your Property, My Master
“Would my Slave like to push her limits?”
I trust My Master
What do you wish, My Master?
“Stroll to the darkness”
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Phone Play
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“I enjoyed that…as you can see”
That is my greatest reward, My Master
Your pleasure
And you taking the time to deepen my experience and obedience, My Lord
Piss Play/Watersports
Last week you had told me, ever so casually, to keep some leggings or pants in my garage, without explaining to me the reason why. Then you asked me to notify you if I was out walking my dog alone. I obviously suspected that you were looking for an opportunity to explore more piss play with your Slave. You had me piss myself once previously in my backyard, which you prefer to do outside for ease of cleanliness. My reaction to that adventure was fairly benign and I was open to further such play.
That night I was out walking my dog alone, as my husband was on a date with his girlfriend. It had been a nice evening and we had been chatting off and on over text. It was a beautiful, cool evening and my neighborhood was very quiet. I didn’t see anyone about as walked up and down the dark streets. I sent you a selfie on a whim. When you realized I was alone, you immediate asked me if I wanted to push my limits…which of course, who would refuse such an offer from their Dom? I figured I knew what was coming and mentally prepared myself, trying to get in a relaxed and open state of mind most conducive to submission for me. You told me to find a dark spot, and I did, tucked away in some thick shrubs near a dark house, where all the lights were off.
You called me and in your firm voice ordered me to kneel in the grass. My dog was confused at first but settled down and rested next to me with some gentle encouragement. You told me to repeat the Identify Mantra, which I was embarassed to admit I didn’t have memorized. I did know the “Grounding” Mantra, as I do it daily during the week, so you had me repeat it softly out loud while on my knees. You interrupted me to order me to cum, which I did, my voice faltering slightly, which you immediately corrected, firmly commanding me to continue my Mantra. It was very dark and you couldn’t see my face as I tried to remember the words to chant while you made me cum again. You paused then and told me to try and piss myself, feel the wetness and warmth dripping down my legs. I tried to comply but my body, accustomed to peeing in a sitting position, was uncooperative and confused. I finally was able to release a small amount of urine and felt it soaking into my panties and leggings. You asked me if I had been obedient to your commands and I was proud to be able to tell you that I had been. You praised me and told me to keep reciting my Mantra as you again made me cum, this time in my piss soaked clothing. Your voice filled with a dark glee as you pointed out how no one would believe that a woman like me, so professional, so polished, would ever agree to piss and cum all over herself kneeling in the grass.
You told me to get up and resume walking, now with a dark stain over my crotch and ass, starting to get cold against my skin in the fall air. Luckily the night was dark and my neighborhood remained deserted as I led my dog up the hill where you told me again to try and piss while still walking. This proved too complicated for my body, despite my willingness to try and you were understanding. We kept chatting and you would occasionally order me to cum until you stopped me under a streetlight and had me stand there and pee on myself again. This time I was able to release much more and I felt again the warmth and the wetness spreading down my legs as the piss gushed out. You praised me and after a few more minutes released me from the call after checking in that I was feeling okay and not upset or in distress, which I was not. As soon as I closed out the call, I was met with a pic of your hard cock and a text saying how you had enjoyed yourself. I so appreciate that feedback from you when we play, My Master. Knowing that you have also enjoyed our time together is very important and erotic for me. I walked the rest of the way home, pants wet, wondering if the cars passing by could tell as they flashed their bright lights at me.
My husband was staying out late so no one was home when I got back. I put the dog in her kennel, peeled off the wet clothes and threw in a load of laundry. I started a warm shower and while the water beat down on me I thought about what had just happened. I realized I was feeling overall happy, probably because I enjoy the rare pleasure of playing with you and hearing your voice and, as a Slave, I enjoyed being obedient, pleasing you with my behavior and being praised. The piss play itself I don’t find particularly humiliating surprisingly. I don’t know if it’s because of my previous real life experiences with raising children or my work but I didn’t struggle with any deep feelings of reluctance or hesitation when you told me to piss myself. I also didn’t have that strong feeling of external dominance and submitting to control because of that. I don’t know if other types of piss play, like having someone else pee on me etc would be more shocking and therefore more exciting for me. I appreciate having this exposure and an opportunity to reflect on it. I continue to be interested in this kink as I feel there is “something there” that could be very arousing for me, I just don’t know yet exactly what it is.