May I please have a third orgasm, My Master
Two freebies and the extra for the piss play, My Master
“Sure
If you hold the piss in your mouth for that third one”
How long, My Master?
Voice Message:
“Hello Pet, hold a little in reserve before you pour it on your face….after your second orgasm and you feel the urge for the third, fill your mouth and hold it for 50 count…No, that’s too much for your first time…for 25 count
And just to show you I am flexible and generous as your Owner and Master I will give you the possibility of upgrading your freebies from 2 to 3 until the end of November…if after the third orgasm you swallow the urine, My Little Piss Pup”
I don’t know, My Master
I don’t think I’m there yet
Besides, I don’t like doing big things like that without you, My Lord
But I will try to hold it for 25 count, My Master
“Well….approximately when will you be playing?”
…..
“Text me after your second orgasm, my Fuck Meat
And if I can, I will join you”
Swallowing Piss and Getting Flogged
Kneeling in the tub, already doused in urine and feeling physically cold and mentally excited, I sent you a text as instructed with your FC2 still dripping from the second orgasm. Immediately I smiled as I saw the incoming video call and I accepted it quickly to see My Master’s handsome face, looking pleased as he viewed his naked, wet, kneeling and smiling Slave in a small puddle of her own urine. Even though I was alone, I still didn’t feel like talking, mostly communicating with you through pantomime, body language and my eyes. I felt nervous and uncertain, as I obviously knew what you were going to ask me to do and I wasn’t sure if I could do it. I also felt very happy at getting an unexpected video play session with My Master. While you were talking to me I playfully stuck a dildo in FC1 and wagged my head at you like a true Pup and you burst out laughing and looked surprised and amused by your silly Slave. You told me you were in a public place, “hard as a rock” and I smiled to hear that My Wolf was enjoying the play as much as I was. I do love when you show or tell me how hard and aroused you are by me and our play. I hope soon such communication will be unnecessary as you will simply pound that hard cock into one of your FC to show your feelings on the matter.
I had set aside some piss as instructed from the large container I had already poured over your Property’s face and tits It was clear and diluted as I had thankfully been keeping up with my hydration that day. As time was limited, after having me follow a few commands for edging, you had me fill FC1 with my own piss. You did not command me to drink it, which I would have preferred, but rather reminded me of the reward of a third freebie orgasm a day until the end of next month if I swallowed it after a count of 50. I had minimally tasted my own piss before, as you had allowed me to only lick it off my hands or rinse my mouth. Now it was fully in my mouth and there was no way to avoid tasting it fully. It tasted like mildly brackish, funky water, nothing too terrible. Still the actual act of doing it, the “wrongness” and the obscenity of it was exciting to me.
You had me start edging FC2 while I was supposedly counting to 50 with my mouth full (which I totally was not because my mind was way too preoccupied with deciding if I should swallow or not, My Master). I was very aroused, your FC2 slippery, the cold piss on my skin, the warm piss filling FC1, nakedly displayed for My Master. Your eyes darkened with lust as you watched me but you stayed quiet, waiting to see what I would chose to do. I don’t remember the order now, because I was subbed out at this point, but I do remember thinking, ah, fuck it, swallow it and I remember cumming and I remember your crow of delight and saying I was your good Piss Pup. I remember you taught me how to show you my mouth was empty and you said soon I would drink your piss. And I just smiled and wiggled and FC2 dripped with joy.
We had to end and I cleaned up and showered and resumed my normal day. Smiling to myself and high on the feeling of connection and the excitement and shock of actually doing it. Swallowing my own piss, wallowing in my own degradation and embracing it. I am feeling more accepting of it as we continue, My Master. I know drinking your piss and cum will make me very happy, My Lord. I feel disgusting and exalted admitting that “out loud” but it is true. I think you are pleased that I chose to swallow. You have enjoyed reminding me of my actions and “Piss Pup” has been the nickname of choice for the last several days.
We arranged a get together last night with a few of your friends that I am getting to know better. It was a lovely evening and I brought wine which we enjoyed while having snacks and desserts and talking for hours. You were texting us off and on as we sent you pics. Your friends speak highly of you but don’t mince words. They are good mentors as I enter the lifestyle and help me understand how things are done. They both have warmed to me as an individual, I feel, not only as your submissive and this makes the friendships more natural. Eventually I was chatting with just your female friend about our relationships and troubles and I admitted that I had very little experience with impact. She excitedly got up from the couch where we had been lounging and invited me up to her room to see her collection of impact tools.
She showed me her canes, both single and several bound together, floggers, both suede and electric, a riding crop and a small hide whip. First she demonstrated them on a pillow and then asked me if I would like to feel them on my body. I immediately told her she needed your permission, and she giggled and said, of course and texted you. Your reply was “BE GENTLE…Regardless of what she says. Her body is My blank canvas to paint on”. You also ordered me to cum but I did not see that text as I was stripping off my jeans and top, laying on her bed in my thong and black strapless bra. She began warming me up, explaining the different tools and hitting me on the legs and ass with them at varying intensities. The sensations were strange and new, not unpleasant. At times she would run the implement sensually up and down my body, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. Then she would hit me again. She was curious about my responses and seemed to be enjoying herself, laughing as she explained things and enthusiastic.
I asked her to send you some pictures and she did, teasing you that she was marking me. You texted her to tell me to cum and she laughed and said “Oh he says that you should cum, Pet” and I didn’t respond, just dropped my face quietly on the bed and orgasmed silently while she alternated between gentle and progressively harder hits. I had her take another pic with my Slave plug exposed and she was surprised that I was plugged and asked many questions about it, as most Lifestyle people seem to do when they realize how long I stay plugged. I pulled it out in front of her and showed it to her, then put it back in and she started hitting me again. My ass was getting beautifully red and hard in spots, which she told me was good and would allow me to tolerate more impact once it got like that. We ended the session as it was getting late and I needed to get home. I was very thankful to her for taking the time to do such a gentle and educational session with me and thanked her profusely, gave her a big hug and headed home.
This morning I sent you a picture of your Property, lightly marked with cane marks and a few superficial bruises, nothing that won’t fade in a day or two. I must say, I was surprised that happened but not displeased. I think your friend enjoyed mentoring and providing me with the experience. Of course, I do wish you had been there yourself, My Master, but as you point out, one of the benefits of us being apart is that it makes space for things to happen in a different way. By the time you return to me, I will have my own friendships with some of your people. They are delightful and I am filled with gratitude that you have enriched my life by including me in your social group.