Could You be My Slave? - Fetish
My seat wiggled beneath me. "Getting tired?" I asked.
"No..." His breathing strained, "I'm fine."
I ran my hand against his sandy blonde hair and gave him a quick pat, "Good boy." My back ached from squatting on my boyfriend's back, I honestly just wanted to sit on the couch at this point, but it was adorable to see how hard he worked to support my weight. "It has been a long time." I rammed my hands into his back, his body quivered and sank down a few inches, "How long do you think it has been? Twenty, maybe thirty minutes?"
"I don't know." His said in one breath.
"Hmm." I dangled my feet over his side making sure to bump my feet into his struggling arms, "I wonder if you can make it until the end of the episode."
His arms wobbled. His hands buckled and he crashed into the carpeted floor. I rose up and down a little with each of his breaths. Sweat dripped down his face. His cheek rested against the carpet as he laid flat on his stomach.
"That was amazing." He said with his eyes closed and a wide smile on his face, "Thank you."
I slid off his back and brushed his messy hair, "You're welcome." My hand disappeared into his curly unkempt hair. I loved the soft feeling, like petting a sheep.
"Did..." He caught his breath, "Did you think about my suggestion?"
"Babe, not now," I said. I knew he was going to pursue the topic anyways.
He pulled his face out of the carpet and rolled onto his back, "Please? I'm a sub, you're a dom, why can't I be your slave?"
"We only dated for a couple months," I said. I wanted so badly to say yes. I wanted a toy. Someone I could torment with all my desires... For the most part, I am a regular girl. I work as an assistant manager in retail, live in a small but comfortable apartment, and watch anime. The only thing a little strange about me is that I am a sadist.
"So?" He asked, "I love you. I want to dedicate everything to you."
His cocoa brown puppy eyes stared into mine. "Why do you have to be so sweet?"
"Is that a yes?" He shot up off the floor and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek over and over. His soft lips tried to kiss every part of my face.
I placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed him back a little. "Calm down, if you really think you can, you need to do two things to prove you are serious."
"Anything." He never even bothered hiding his excitement. A huge grin spread across his face. His eyes sparkled like a child's on their birthday.
"From now on, you will call me Mistress." I slid my hand up his arm. "The other thing is all this..." I ripped a hair off his arm, "Needs to go. Shave your arms, legs, chest, everything. But leave this." I patted him on the head. I liked his messy hair. It was one of his cutest features.
Without hesitation, he said, "I'll be right back," and rushed off to the bathroom.
I liked his eagerness. Maybe this guy really could be my slave. I loved the idea... but I still had no clue where his limits were. He said he loves me, but how deep does that love really go? I wanted his love. I wanted his undying devotion. I felt a little guilty about having these thoughts. I always did. A part of me wanted so bad to be a normal girl. But when I get turned on... there is nothing I would trade for the feeling of intense pleasure.
I figured I could masturbate while I waited for him to return... The television still played in the background and with his razor that should be enough noise right? I danced around the idea of taking him for my own.
I would come home, and there he would be. Naked, on his knees, waiting to take my shoes off and carry me to the couch. He would give me a back rub while I pretended to barely pay attention to him. He would hope for me to give him the slightest touch, crossing his fingers in anticipation that I would play with my toy today, but I would get up and leave for a nap.
I slipped my hands into my pants. The heat radiated off my private. I rubbed my clit through my panties. The soft fabric against my pussy tingled my chest. The static feeling crept throughout my body.
He would cook dinner while I slept... Anything I was in the mood for at the time. He would never complain, just say "Yes Mistress," and follow my orders. He would wake me up by kissing my forehead, stroking my hair, and telling me that food was ready. Taking my hand, he would guide me half asleep to the table. He would feed me until I told him to get under the table and eat me.
I laid down on the white carpeted floor and continued rubbing my hand against my clit. My back tensed up as my boobs smushed into the floor. I wanted to rub my nipples, but I needed to finish this quicker than normal. My toy should never see me in such a compromised position.
He would undress me, taking caution to make certain I was never uncomfortable. Then he would start by kissing my lower lips. I would continue eating the meal, but as he would grow with intensity, I would grab his head with both my hands and pull him in deeper. He would desperately try to please me as he struggled to get air.
I rubbed harder, pushing my hand against my panties to where I could feel everything. I bit down on my lip trying to restrain myself from moaning. I had no idea how loud the electric razor was, but just to be safe, I tried to keep quiet.
After dinner, I would tell him to bathe me. He would take off what clothes I had left. With my juices still on his face, only smelling my scent, all of his thoughts would be focused on me. He would draw up my bath, and stay kneeling at the side of the tub. My naked body would be too much stimulation for him, so while washing me, he would have a full erection. But no release for him. I would order him to bring me a glass of wine while I relaxed. When I was finished with my bath, he would dry me off with a towel and put my bathrobe on me. I would allow him to clean up and wash in my used water while I went to bed.
I curled my toes, my legs wanted to give out. My mouth closed tight to stop any sound, but breathing through my nose got louder and faster with every second. I was almost there. My thighs clenched together, my moans changed into a muffled hum. I grabbed a fist full of the carpet and rubbed my foot against my leg.
He would wander into my bed. With my earlier nap, I would call him up to the bed, ready to play with him all night long. He would climb on top of me, so pent up and stressed from the constant teasing I did. He would lick my tits, run his fingers across my sides, and wrap his arms around my body. I would flip him over and climb on top of him. I would smother his face with my breasts, cutting off his air and feeling him squirm underneath me as he almost passes out. I would kiss his lips and refuse to budge. Finally, I would pull back and ask him if he wanted to cum. He would beg me to allow him to cum. I would stand up, towering above him, then I would hover my foot above his dick, building up the anticipation. I would stomp down and the cum would spurt all over his body.
My entire body burned. I pressed my face into the side of the carpet, the fabric tickled me. Waves of pleasure, like electricity shot through my body. I fell into a deep state of euphoria. My entire body relaxed as my mind blanked. My lungs tightened, no matter how hard I breathed, it felt like I needed more air. I have no idea how much time passed, but when I stood up, my legs crumbled and shook. I managed to stand up after a couple tries. My vision blurred and dizziness overtook me. The worst part, I was still very horny.
With my fantasy over, I stumbled to the couch and sprawled on the cushions. I wanted to keep going. I was still in the mood. My body heated up the couch. My soaked panties clung to my crotch. I wanted to take them off, throw them at my boyfriend, and ride him.
Speaking of which, he entered the room. I bet my face was red, but I doubt he noticed. His body trembled, but if it was with excitement or nervousness, I did not know. He presented himself to me, "I shaved." He meekly said.
I walked over to the television and turned it off. "Strip," I ordered. "I need to inspect you." He unbuckled his belt, fumbling with the latch as he tried to rip it off. He dropped the belt on the floor and ripped off his shirt. His exposed abs stood on full display before me. I got off the couch and ran my hands against his chest. Smooth. It felt like I ran my hands against silk.
I raised up his arm. I effortlessly glided my fingers against his skin. His arms were not muscular, but they were a little toned. I reached underneath to check his armpit. It was soft, maybe even softer than mine. I continued to move my fingers to check for any possible missed hair. He laughed and clenched his arm down on my hand. The squeezing sensation locked my fingers inside. How adorable, he was ticklish. I needed to remember that for later.
I ran my hands against his face. No beard, no mustache. I brought my face closer and gave him a kiss. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and danced inside his warm cavern. I enjoyed the sensation of his mouth. It was hard to pinpoint why. Maybe it was the faint tasting mixture of mint and coffee. The way his tongue always tried to keep up, but inevitably submitted and let me violate his mouth however I wanted. My body heated up and I pulled away. I reminded myself to calm down and continue the inspection.
So far every part of his body was hairless. "Take off the rest of your clothes," I said. He slipped off his socks and dropped his jeans to the floor. Lastly, he removed his boxers. Naked. My boyfriend presented his entire vulnerable body to me.
His hand covered his penis, and his other arm wrapped around his waist. "Move those now," I said.
"Sorry," He dropped his arms back to his sides, "It's cold."
"How about I fix that?" I hugged his naked body, he did feel cool, but then again I was just masturbating. I bent down, running my fingers against his smooth legs. I wrapped my hand around his thigh. His sensitive areas being shaved was such a turn on. Nothing left to protect him. His balls, two small orbs dangling in front of me. I grasped his dick, the warm squishy appendage twitched in my hand. I made a fist squeezing it. He heavily inhaled through his nose. "Did that feel good?" I teased, "just one last thing to check. Turn around."
He spun around, exposing his broad back to me. I grabbed his butt cheeks, curling all of my fingers into his flesh. I separated his cheeks, displaying his tight pink hole. Hairless. Almost every part of his body was hairless. I released them and gave him an approving smack on his butt. "Good job. All your hair is gone except for your eyebrows and hair."
My mind rushed. He did this for me without question... could we really have a Mistress-slave relationship? I wanted to, I was so aroused, this idea sounded amazing. He turned around and I faced him once again, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his dark cocoa brown eyes. "Do you really think you could serve me?"
He nodded twice, "Yes Mistress."
I kissed his moist lips. I wanted to tempt him and reward his obedience. "This will not be just a bedroom deal, you will cater to my every whim twenty-four seven. Your entire life will be dedicated to whatever I want at the moment."
"I can do it." He said, "Please, give me a chance."
"You will continue working at your job. When you return home, you must never wear clothes, unless I instruct you otherwise. You will do all the housework, cleaning, cooking, buying groceries, or whatever else I order you to do." He looked like was about to burst with excitement, I wanted to seal the deal, "Understood, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." He kissed me on the neck, the slight tingles vibrated through me. I wanted to keep fooling around until I orgasmed, but time struck first. He needed to leave for work. I also had to leave soon. I mentally cursed our limited playtime together as I begrudgingly got up to shower and change.
I could barely focus on my work. My mind wandered. I fantasized about my new toy back at home. I never felt so lucky in my life. I found myself anxious. My chest tightened and throbbed from all the excitement and worry. I wanted to just quit my job and spend all my time tormenting him in new ways.
I entertained many ideas. Pet play would be fun... I also want to edge him for days and see his desperation grow. I guess we could try candles someday, but I wonder if that is even fun? I think I would much rather sit on his face and feel him eat me out until he starts squirming to get more air.
I had to admit, I was nervous. I wanted this for so long, ever since I was fourteen. There was this sweet boy who would do whatever I asked him to do. Get me water, tie my shoes, he would even carry all my stuff for me to class. But I guess I was just a short term crush or he was simply a nice guy because next year he started dating the track star.
When I was seventeen, there was my first boyfriend. The relationship was short-lived, he liked my confidence. He liked me to climb on top and kiss him, spank him, and verbally humiliate him. But it ended when we had issues outside of the bedroom. I wanted to be in control, and not just for fun, but every minute of the day. He only submitted in the bed, outside of it he would jokingly insult me, be difficult, and flirt with other girls.
So that brought me to today. A twenty-two-year-old virgin who worked her normal day job and went to bed watching anime. I drank on the weekends with friends, and time just kinda disappeared. Next thing I knew, half of the people my age are either married or engaged.
People recommended dating apps for me, but I preferred the old fashioned way. I figured with my standards, ideals, and fetishes, I had to just deal with masturbating until I got desperate.
A couple months ago, I hung out with my normal friend group. Stacy was a lightweight. After drinking at the restaurant, she got upset about how the food looked funny and demanded to speak with the cook. It sounded unreasonable, but the cook actually came out and profusely apologized for the food's appearance.
The young man had sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a very quiet manner about him. He carried himself in a very protective manner. He pulled his shoulders so close to himself that they were almost beneath his ears. He slouched his back and kept his head bent down. He was sweet about the whole situation though, he took the food away and made something of his own creation for Stacy.
She ate the food and then collapsed on the table snoring. We tried to shake her awake but she was out cold. Rebecca went to get her car started, and that adorable chef carried Stacy out to Rebeccas's car.
When he returned, I pretended to be too drunk to stand, and held out my arms, "Carry me." He obeyed and scooped me up in his sturdy arms. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he carried me like a Princess. He tried so hard to avoid eye contact, I assumed he was a little awkward. It was cute until I saw his eyes fixated on my feet. He stared at them entranced, blinking as little as possible.
With the combination of drinking all night and being carried, my bladder ached "Actually... Can you carry me to the bathroom first?"
He turned left from the restaurant door and moved towards a dimly lit hallway. "Ok." He lowered me down until my feet reached the floor, "Here you are."
"Come in with me," I said, my arms still locked around his neck.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Please?" I batted my eyelashes, "I need someone to help me take off my pants, and to help me make it to the toilet."
He never gave me a word of affirmation, instead, he dragged himself forward and pushed open the large furnished door. We stepped into the bathroom together. The cramped room's contents looked pretty standard. A liquid soap dispenser, sink, hand-dryer, and a toilet with a yellow out of order sign resting on the lid. "Are you kidding me? Again?" He groaned, "I thought they fixed it."
My knees pushed into each other as I tried to stop myself from peeing, "I need to go bad."
He looked around the bathroom for a minute and said, "You could go in my mouth."
I got taken aback by the bluntness of his suggestion, this little cutie seemed to be quite the pervert. "Oh really? Sounds like you want to drink my piss."
He stayed silent. "Well never make a lady wait," I said, "get down on that dirty bathroom floor." His legs folded against the ground as he rested his butt on the soles of his shoes.
I slipped off my pants, his unwavering gaze focused on my violet panties. I understand he was excited but the staring did make me a little embarrassed, "Close your eyes," I said. Without his gaze on me, I let the underwear fall to my ankles.
My butt hovered above his face, his warm breath tickled my asshole. I sighed as the stream broke free. Audible gulps echoed from the toilet beneath me. He pushed his mouth against me as if he believed that could help him get my urine faster.
All the strain from my bladder subsided. I stood up and admired my work. Drops of my urine dripped around his lips and down to his chin. "How did it taste?" I asked.
"It was bad, very bitter," He longingly stared at my exposed private, "But... very sexy."
"Hmm you're not lying," I rubbed my foot against his crotch, "I can feel your little guy." He closed his eyes and leaned back a little. I swiveled my foot against his pants, playing with the tent.
He looked uncomfortable, shifting his lap around however possible, his penis begged to be released from its confinements. It only turned me on more. When I pulled my foot away, he shifted to his right. With his hand against the ground, he pushed himself off the tiled floor. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Standing?" He wiped my urine away from his face with his shirt's sleeve.
"Get back on the ground, I still need someone to wipe." Without wasting a moment, he returned to his knees and pulled himself forward with his palms. His wet tongue brushed against my private. The sudden warmth was a welcomed change from the air-conditioned restroom.
He felt so good... He lapped every corner of my walls. I wanted more, I started talking dirty, "You know we just met? You are quite the little slut." He licked harder, his boner pushed down his pant-leg. "You never locked the door. So desperate to drink my pee you forgot that. Or maybe... you wanted to be seen."
His hands wrapped around my butt, he dug his fingers into my cheeks. All my muscles tightened, a knot formed in my back, and I pushed my hips forward pressing his nose against my clit.
"Can you breathe down there?" His nose tickled me, "I bet you would love that. Pleasuring me over and over until you passed out. So do you want to touch yourself? Too bad. You will never touch yourself unless I give you permission."
He never replied, not that he was capable in the first place. He breathed in my scent, attentive to licking everything his tongue could reach. "Haah..." A moan slipped out of my mouth. "Yes... just like that."
He pulled his head back, every word he spoke interrupted by heavy breathing. "You, should, be, clean, now."
His face glistened with my juices, I wanted to tell him to keep going, but I needed to get back to my friends, "Wash up and carry me to the car." I started to leave but he gripped my wrist.
"Wait," His eyes mixed with worry and hopefulness, "Will I ever see you again?"
My mind screamed "Aaaawwww!" I wanted to take him home with me right then and there with his adorable little chocolate eyes, "Maybe, but you will have to be a good boy."
He carried me to the car, I grabbed my purse and dug out a pen. I wrote my phone number on his hand and said goodbye. I guess the rest was history after that. A fond memory, a little hazy because of the alcohol, but easy enough to recall all the important events.
"No..." His breathing strained, "I'm fine."
I ran my hand against his sandy blonde hair and gave him a quick pat, "Good boy." My back ached from squatting on my boyfriend's back, I honestly just wanted to sit on the couch at this point, but it was adorable to see how hard he worked to support my weight. "It has been a long time." I rammed my hands into his back, his body quivered and sank down a few inches, "How long do you think it has been? Twenty, maybe thirty minutes?"
"I don't know." His said in one breath.
"Hmm." I dangled my feet over his side making sure to bump my feet into his struggling arms, "I wonder if you can make it until the end of the episode."
His arms wobbled. His hands buckled and he crashed into the carpeted floor. I rose up and down a little with each of his breaths. Sweat dripped down his face. His cheek rested against the carpet as he laid flat on his stomach.
"That was amazing." He said with his eyes closed and a wide smile on his face, "Thank you."
I slid off his back and brushed his messy hair, "You're welcome." My hand disappeared into his curly unkempt hair. I loved the soft feeling, like petting a sheep.
"Did..." He caught his breath, "Did you think about my suggestion?"
"Babe, not now," I said. I knew he was going to pursue the topic anyways.
He pulled his face out of the carpet and rolled onto his back, "Please? I'm a sub, you're a dom, why can't I be your slave?"
"We only dated for a couple months," I said. I wanted so badly to say yes. I wanted a toy. Someone I could torment with all my desires... For the most part, I am a regular girl. I work as an assistant manager in retail, live in a small but comfortable apartment, and watch anime. The only thing a little strange about me is that I am a sadist.
"So?" He asked, "I love you. I want to dedicate everything to you."
His cocoa brown puppy eyes stared into mine. "Why do you have to be so sweet?"
"Is that a yes?" He shot up off the floor and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek over and over. His soft lips tried to kiss every part of my face.
I placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed him back a little. "Calm down, if you really think you can, you need to do two things to prove you are serious."
"Anything." He never even bothered hiding his excitement. A huge grin spread across his face. His eyes sparkled like a child's on their birthday.
"From now on, you will call me Mistress." I slid my hand up his arm. "The other thing is all this..." I ripped a hair off his arm, "Needs to go. Shave your arms, legs, chest, everything. But leave this." I patted him on the head. I liked his messy hair. It was one of his cutest features.
Without hesitation, he said, "I'll be right back," and rushed off to the bathroom.
I liked his eagerness. Maybe this guy really could be my slave. I loved the idea... but I still had no clue where his limits were. He said he loves me, but how deep does that love really go? I wanted his love. I wanted his undying devotion. I felt a little guilty about having these thoughts. I always did. A part of me wanted so bad to be a normal girl. But when I get turned on... there is nothing I would trade for the feeling of intense pleasure.
I figured I could masturbate while I waited for him to return... The television still played in the background and with his razor that should be enough noise right? I danced around the idea of taking him for my own.
I would come home, and there he would be. Naked, on his knees, waiting to take my shoes off and carry me to the couch. He would give me a back rub while I pretended to barely pay attention to him. He would hope for me to give him the slightest touch, crossing his fingers in anticipation that I would play with my toy today, but I would get up and leave for a nap.
I slipped my hands into my pants. The heat radiated off my private. I rubbed my clit through my panties. The soft fabric against my pussy tingled my chest. The static feeling crept throughout my body.
He would cook dinner while I slept... Anything I was in the mood for at the time. He would never complain, just say "Yes Mistress," and follow my orders. He would wake me up by kissing my forehead, stroking my hair, and telling me that food was ready. Taking my hand, he would guide me half asleep to the table. He would feed me until I told him to get under the table and eat me.
I laid down on the white carpeted floor and continued rubbing my hand against my clit. My back tensed up as my boobs smushed into the floor. I wanted to rub my nipples, but I needed to finish this quicker than normal. My toy should never see me in such a compromised position.
He would undress me, taking caution to make certain I was never uncomfortable. Then he would start by kissing my lower lips. I would continue eating the meal, but as he would grow with intensity, I would grab his head with both my hands and pull him in deeper. He would desperately try to please me as he struggled to get air.
I rubbed harder, pushing my hand against my panties to where I could feel everything. I bit down on my lip trying to restrain myself from moaning. I had no idea how loud the electric razor was, but just to be safe, I tried to keep quiet.
After dinner, I would tell him to bathe me. He would take off what clothes I had left. With my juices still on his face, only smelling my scent, all of his thoughts would be focused on me. He would draw up my bath, and stay kneeling at the side of the tub. My naked body would be too much stimulation for him, so while washing me, he would have a full erection. But no release for him. I would order him to bring me a glass of wine while I relaxed. When I was finished with my bath, he would dry me off with a towel and put my bathrobe on me. I would allow him to clean up and wash in my used water while I went to bed.
I curled my toes, my legs wanted to give out. My mouth closed tight to stop any sound, but breathing through my nose got louder and faster with every second. I was almost there. My thighs clenched together, my moans changed into a muffled hum. I grabbed a fist full of the carpet and rubbed my foot against my leg.
He would wander into my bed. With my earlier nap, I would call him up to the bed, ready to play with him all night long. He would climb on top of me, so pent up and stressed from the constant teasing I did. He would lick my tits, run his fingers across my sides, and wrap his arms around my body. I would flip him over and climb on top of him. I would smother his face with my breasts, cutting off his air and feeling him squirm underneath me as he almost passes out. I would kiss his lips and refuse to budge. Finally, I would pull back and ask him if he wanted to cum. He would beg me to allow him to cum. I would stand up, towering above him, then I would hover my foot above his dick, building up the anticipation. I would stomp down and the cum would spurt all over his body.
My entire body burned. I pressed my face into the side of the carpet, the fabric tickled me. Waves of pleasure, like electricity shot through my body. I fell into a deep state of euphoria. My entire body relaxed as my mind blanked. My lungs tightened, no matter how hard I breathed, it felt like I needed more air. I have no idea how much time passed, but when I stood up, my legs crumbled and shook. I managed to stand up after a couple tries. My vision blurred and dizziness overtook me. The worst part, I was still very horny.
With my fantasy over, I stumbled to the couch and sprawled on the cushions. I wanted to keep going. I was still in the mood. My body heated up the couch. My soaked panties clung to my crotch. I wanted to take them off, throw them at my boyfriend, and ride him.
Speaking of which, he entered the room. I bet my face was red, but I doubt he noticed. His body trembled, but if it was with excitement or nervousness, I did not know. He presented himself to me, "I shaved." He meekly said.
I walked over to the television and turned it off. "Strip," I ordered. "I need to inspect you." He unbuckled his belt, fumbling with the latch as he tried to rip it off. He dropped the belt on the floor and ripped off his shirt. His exposed abs stood on full display before me. I got off the couch and ran my hands against his chest. Smooth. It felt like I ran my hands against silk.
I raised up his arm. I effortlessly glided my fingers against his skin. His arms were not muscular, but they were a little toned. I reached underneath to check his armpit. It was soft, maybe even softer than mine. I continued to move my fingers to check for any possible missed hair. He laughed and clenched his arm down on my hand. The squeezing sensation locked my fingers inside. How adorable, he was ticklish. I needed to remember that for later.
I ran my hands against his face. No beard, no mustache. I brought my face closer and gave him a kiss. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and danced inside his warm cavern. I enjoyed the sensation of his mouth. It was hard to pinpoint why. Maybe it was the faint tasting mixture of mint and coffee. The way his tongue always tried to keep up, but inevitably submitted and let me violate his mouth however I wanted. My body heated up and I pulled away. I reminded myself to calm down and continue the inspection.
So far every part of his body was hairless. "Take off the rest of your clothes," I said. He slipped off his socks and dropped his jeans to the floor. Lastly, he removed his boxers. Naked. My boyfriend presented his entire vulnerable body to me.
His hand covered his penis, and his other arm wrapped around his waist. "Move those now," I said.
"Sorry," He dropped his arms back to his sides, "It's cold."
"How about I fix that?" I hugged his naked body, he did feel cool, but then again I was just masturbating. I bent down, running my fingers against his smooth legs. I wrapped my hand around his thigh. His sensitive areas being shaved was such a turn on. Nothing left to protect him. His balls, two small orbs dangling in front of me. I grasped his dick, the warm squishy appendage twitched in my hand. I made a fist squeezing it. He heavily inhaled through his nose. "Did that feel good?" I teased, "just one last thing to check. Turn around."
He spun around, exposing his broad back to me. I grabbed his butt cheeks, curling all of my fingers into his flesh. I separated his cheeks, displaying his tight pink hole. Hairless. Almost every part of his body was hairless. I released them and gave him an approving smack on his butt. "Good job. All your hair is gone except for your eyebrows and hair."
My mind rushed. He did this for me without question... could we really have a Mistress-slave relationship? I wanted to, I was so aroused, this idea sounded amazing. He turned around and I faced him once again, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his dark cocoa brown eyes. "Do you really think you could serve me?"
He nodded twice, "Yes Mistress."
I kissed his moist lips. I wanted to tempt him and reward his obedience. "This will not be just a bedroom deal, you will cater to my every whim twenty-four seven. Your entire life will be dedicated to whatever I want at the moment."
"I can do it." He said, "Please, give me a chance."
"You will continue working at your job. When you return home, you must never wear clothes, unless I instruct you otherwise. You will do all the housework, cleaning, cooking, buying groceries, or whatever else I order you to do." He looked like was about to burst with excitement, I wanted to seal the deal, "Understood, Slave?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." He kissed me on the neck, the slight tingles vibrated through me. I wanted to keep fooling around until I orgasmed, but time struck first. He needed to leave for work. I also had to leave soon. I mentally cursed our limited playtime together as I begrudgingly got up to shower and change.
I could barely focus on my work. My mind wandered. I fantasized about my new toy back at home. I never felt so lucky in my life. I found myself anxious. My chest tightened and throbbed from all the excitement and worry. I wanted to just quit my job and spend all my time tormenting him in new ways.
I entertained many ideas. Pet play would be fun... I also want to edge him for days and see his desperation grow. I guess we could try candles someday, but I wonder if that is even fun? I think I would much rather sit on his face and feel him eat me out until he starts squirming to get more air.
I had to admit, I was nervous. I wanted this for so long, ever since I was fourteen. There was this sweet boy who would do whatever I asked him to do. Get me water, tie my shoes, he would even carry all my stuff for me to class. But I guess I was just a short term crush or he was simply a nice guy because next year he started dating the track star.
When I was seventeen, there was my first boyfriend. The relationship was short-lived, he liked my confidence. He liked me to climb on top and kiss him, spank him, and verbally humiliate him. But it ended when we had issues outside of the bedroom. I wanted to be in control, and not just for fun, but every minute of the day. He only submitted in the bed, outside of it he would jokingly insult me, be difficult, and flirt with other girls.
So that brought me to today. A twenty-two-year-old virgin who worked her normal day job and went to bed watching anime. I drank on the weekends with friends, and time just kinda disappeared. Next thing I knew, half of the people my age are either married or engaged.
People recommended dating apps for me, but I preferred the old fashioned way. I figured with my standards, ideals, and fetishes, I had to just deal with masturbating until I got desperate.
A couple months ago, I hung out with my normal friend group. Stacy was a lightweight. After drinking at the restaurant, she got upset about how the food looked funny and demanded to speak with the cook. It sounded unreasonable, but the cook actually came out and profusely apologized for the food's appearance.
The young man had sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a very quiet manner about him. He carried himself in a very protective manner. He pulled his shoulders so close to himself that they were almost beneath his ears. He slouched his back and kept his head bent down. He was sweet about the whole situation though, he took the food away and made something of his own creation for Stacy.
She ate the food and then collapsed on the table snoring. We tried to shake her awake but she was out cold. Rebecca went to get her car started, and that adorable chef carried Stacy out to Rebeccas's car.
When he returned, I pretended to be too drunk to stand, and held out my arms, "Carry me." He obeyed and scooped me up in his sturdy arms. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he carried me like a Princess. He tried so hard to avoid eye contact, I assumed he was a little awkward. It was cute until I saw his eyes fixated on my feet. He stared at them entranced, blinking as little as possible.
With the combination of drinking all night and being carried, my bladder ached "Actually... Can you carry me to the bathroom first?"
He turned left from the restaurant door and moved towards a dimly lit hallway. "Ok." He lowered me down until my feet reached the floor, "Here you are."
"Come in with me," I said, my arms still locked around his neck.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Please?" I batted my eyelashes, "I need someone to help me take off my pants, and to help me make it to the toilet."
He never gave me a word of affirmation, instead, he dragged himself forward and pushed open the large furnished door. We stepped into the bathroom together. The cramped room's contents looked pretty standard. A liquid soap dispenser, sink, hand-dryer, and a toilet with a yellow out of order sign resting on the lid. "Are you kidding me? Again?" He groaned, "I thought they fixed it."
My knees pushed into each other as I tried to stop myself from peeing, "I need to go bad."
He looked around the bathroom for a minute and said, "You could go in my mouth."
I got taken aback by the bluntness of his suggestion, this little cutie seemed to be quite the pervert. "Oh really? Sounds like you want to drink my piss."
He stayed silent. "Well never make a lady wait," I said, "get down on that dirty bathroom floor." His legs folded against the ground as he rested his butt on the soles of his shoes.
I slipped off my pants, his unwavering gaze focused on my violet panties. I understand he was excited but the staring did make me a little embarrassed, "Close your eyes," I said. Without his gaze on me, I let the underwear fall to my ankles.
My butt hovered above his face, his warm breath tickled my asshole. I sighed as the stream broke free. Audible gulps echoed from the toilet beneath me. He pushed his mouth against me as if he believed that could help him get my urine faster.
All the strain from my bladder subsided. I stood up and admired my work. Drops of my urine dripped around his lips and down to his chin. "How did it taste?" I asked.
"It was bad, very bitter," He longingly stared at my exposed private, "But... very sexy."
"Hmm you're not lying," I rubbed my foot against his crotch, "I can feel your little guy." He closed his eyes and leaned back a little. I swiveled my foot against his pants, playing with the tent.
He looked uncomfortable, shifting his lap around however possible, his penis begged to be released from its confinements. It only turned me on more. When I pulled my foot away, he shifted to his right. With his hand against the ground, he pushed himself off the tiled floor. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Standing?" He wiped my urine away from his face with his shirt's sleeve.
"Get back on the ground, I still need someone to wipe." Without wasting a moment, he returned to his knees and pulled himself forward with his palms. His wet tongue brushed against my private. The sudden warmth was a welcomed change from the air-conditioned restroom.
He felt so good... He lapped every corner of my walls. I wanted more, I started talking dirty, "You know we just met? You are quite the little slut." He licked harder, his boner pushed down his pant-leg. "You never locked the door. So desperate to drink my pee you forgot that. Or maybe... you wanted to be seen."
His hands wrapped around my butt, he dug his fingers into my cheeks. All my muscles tightened, a knot formed in my back, and I pushed my hips forward pressing his nose against my clit.
"Can you breathe down there?" His nose tickled me, "I bet you would love that. Pleasuring me over and over until you passed out. So do you want to touch yourself? Too bad. You will never touch yourself unless I give you permission."
He never replied, not that he was capable in the first place. He breathed in my scent, attentive to licking everything his tongue could reach. "Haah..." A moan slipped out of my mouth. "Yes... just like that."
He pulled his head back, every word he spoke interrupted by heavy breathing. "You, should, be, clean, now."
His face glistened with my juices, I wanted to tell him to keep going, but I needed to get back to my friends, "Wash up and carry me to the car." I started to leave but he gripped my wrist.
"Wait," His eyes mixed with worry and hopefulness, "Will I ever see you again?"
My mind screamed "Aaaawwww!" I wanted to take him home with me right then and there with his adorable little chocolate eyes, "Maybe, but you will have to be a good boy."
He carried me to the car, I grabbed my purse and dug out a pen. I wrote my phone number on his hand and said goodbye. I guess the rest was history after that. A fond memory, a little hazy because of the alcohol, but easy enough to recall all the important events.
The World is Her Toilet
Betty
woke up with excitement and dread. Today was the final day of her
vacation at the beach with her friends Sarah, Jane, and Anna. Their week
together in the small beach community had been perfect, and they had a
terrific day planned. But soon, Betty would need to return to her
regular home, regular job, and regular life. "Not that my regular life
is bad", Betty mused, but the past week with her friends had been so
fun! They had spent days eating at great restaurants, drinking and
relaxing at the beach, and partying in bars and clubs. Betty had also
taken advantage of every opportunity she could to indulge her
predilection for peeing in unusual or public places. Today would be her
final opportunity to paint the town yellow and she hoped something
interesting would happen. Yes, she enjoyed leaving wet mementos in shop
doorways and parking lot stairwells, but the truly transgressive acts
really revved her motor.
Just hours earlier, she had hooked up with a guy and pissed in the ice machine at his motel. That had been something! She reached down and massaged her pussy as she recalled the sounds of the frozen ice cubes shifting and cracking beneath her deluge of hot piss. For the moment, she found herself lost in the memory of her wicked action. She massaged her clit, feeling the small protuberance harden and swell as she played back the previous night's antics in her mind, riding the energy building in her body until she orgasmed.
Having satisfied one urge, Betty's attention turned toward satisfying a different need growing in her bladder. Her friend Sarah had rented a fabulous house near the beach on Airbnb for the girls to stay at on this trip. Betty had already peed in the pool, around the back yard, and in the bathroom showers several times, all in an attempt to use the actual toilet as little as possible while on vacation. Any of those locations could serve again if necessary, but Betty was feeling particularly wicked lately. But, she had to consider that as fun as it would be to piss all over the carpet in her bedroom, causing too much damage or leaving obvious signs of naughty pissing would blow back on Sarah. The closet in her bedroom was an option she considered before inspiration struck.
She walked quietly from her bedroom to the comfy, stylishly decorated living room. The other girls were still sleeping, leaving her alone. Perfect. The others knew Betty enjoyed pissing in public, and had seen her pee all over town this past week, but she didn't know how they would respond if they knew what she had planned. For a moment, she imagined squatting on the expensive sofa and releasing a gushing torrent of piss all over the cushions, leaving behind a telltale stain in the light gray fabric. Alas, if she was going to pee somewhere in the living room, Betty realized she would need to be more discreet. Fortunately, she was pretty sure she could piss somewhere in the living room, and no one would ever know: the fireplace.
She removed her flannel pajama bottoms and hopped up on the elevated hearth and adopted a wide stance, the white marble cool against her bare feet. At first, a few drops of golden liquid fell straight down from her pussy onto the marble, but soon an energetic, narrow beam of piss cohered. As an experienced and prolific public pisser, Betty had no problem aiming her stream while standing, expertly directing it over the brick wall at the back of the fireplace. The soot-stained bricks glistened and darkened where her pee flowed over them, and a pool of golden liquid gathered on the floor.
"Betts! What the fuck?" Sarah's hazel eyes were wide open and she looked surprised at the scene unfolding before her. Betty had been so wrapped up in relieving herself, she hadn't heard her friend enter the living room. Still, given how long they had been friends, and the fact that Sarah had been known to enjoy a public and naughty pee herself on occasion, the sight of Betty standing naked from the waist down aiming a stream of urine into the fireplace should not have been too shocking.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry."
"What are you thinking, doing that here? I mean, I love you girl, but if the owners find out, it's my ass."
"I know! It's just, I thought, how would anyone find out? It's a fireplace. It's all brick and marble, and it'll dry before we leave, and who's going to look too closely at the fireplace in summer anyway?" Sarah raised her eyebrows at Betty's explanation. Betty felt a twinge of shame for upsetting her friend, but that dissipated instantly when Sarah began smiling broadly.
"Only you, Betts... only you... hahahahaha!" squeaked Sarah before her words were swallowed up by laughter. After a few seconds she regained her composure. "Ok, bitch, step aside. You're not the only one who gets to have fun here."
Betty moved off the mantle and Sarah took her place. The amazonian architect stood over six feet tall, with long, toned, athletic legs. Her pussy was nearly parallel with the top of the fireplace, so she bent her knees before releasing her own torrential stream against the bricks. The crackling sound of Sarah's piss bouncing off the brick, not to mention watching her gorgeous friend casually urinate in a stranger's living room warmed Betty's heart, sure as any fire would have.
--
A few hours later, the four girls hit brunch at one of their favorite restaurants in town. In addition to the fine meal, Jane, Anna, and Sarah had taken advantage of the endless mimosa special, leaving them each somewhere between pleasantly buzzed and rather drunk. Champagne left Betty with a headache, but she had imbibed plenty of water, coffee, and juice to fill her bladder. As they prepared to leave of the restaurant, Jane asked them to wait so she could use restroom. Unfortunately for her, one of the restrooms was out of order, resulting in a line five people deep. After waiting for five minutes, the line did not move at all and Jane grew frustrated. "Forget it. I can wait," she told her friends. Betty smirked, having no intention of waiting in any line and looking forward to relieving herself elsewhere.
After a short walk, the girls reached the parking structure, where Betty scanned looking for other people, as well as targets of opportunity. She ascertained that the four of them were alone, and also spied something that caught her interest. "Ok," she said. "Does anyone else need to pee? Fuck waiting in line. We can do it in here."
She tapped Sarah on the shoulder to get attention, then whispered in her ear "Watch this." Opposite the four women was parked an older Mazda Miata. As befalls some older convertibles, the plastic rear window had decayed and rotted away, leaving a hole in the canvas canopy and access to the car's interior. Betty clambered up on the trunk and pulled her dress up. As she squat and pulled her panties aside, she heard her friends behind her.
"No!" gasped Jane.
"Oh my god," Anna whimpered.
"Yes!" laughed Sarah.
The three women watched in amazement as their friend openly, brazenly pissed into the convertible. Betty rotated her hips, sending her pee skittering all over the steering wheel, center console, and driver's seat. For over half a minute, a pale golden waterfall poured from her pussy through the hole in the canopy, drenching the vehicle's interior with coffee-scented piss. When the stream subsided, she produced a tissue from her purse and wiped her pussy dry, then casually tossed the sodden tissue through the open window.
As Betty climbed off the trunk, Sarah laughed heartily. "Woo hoo! That looked like fun!"
"It was," Betty admitted. "The coast is still clear. You go!"
Sarah pointed at herself and made an exaggerated expression of shock. "Moi? Why, I could never." After a beat she broke into a big smile. "Okay, you talked me into it. You're a bad influence!"
Stepping up onto the car, she adopted a familiar squat with her dress pulled out of the way and pussy exposed. Her stream flowed hard and fast, arcing up and shooting forward an incredible distance. Before her pee could fly too far though, it impacted violently with the inside of the front windshield. After 15 seconds, the deluge was done. Betty handed Sarah a tissue to wipe with, and Sarah also discarded it inside the vehicle.
When Sarah stepped off the car, Anna climbed on.
"Really, Anna? You almost never pee with us," remarked Betty.
"Well, look. I'm drunk, I'm on vacation, and, and..." Anna trailed off as pee began spurting out of her pussy in fits and starts. "Ahhhh... I really had to go." Her shoulders relaxed as the pressure inside her subsided. For thirty seconds, a slow trickle of Anna's urine pattered over the inside of the car, joining the mess left by her friends. When she wiped, she just dropped the tissue on the ground.
Betty, Sarah, and Anna looked to Jane, the most reserved of the group. The three of them had just used a stranger's convertible as their toilet like it was nothing, but they had never seen their friend do anything like that. She had peed in the ocean through her swimsuit, but that was as far as she had ever gone. Jane bounced up and down, clearly desperate to pee, but she did not move. Tears began forming in her eyes.
"Oh my god you guys, I really have to pee, but..."
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Betty. She tapped her friend's shoulders reassuringly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to... you can just... go back to the restaurant if you want, and use the bathroom there if you like"
Jane shook her head. "No! I won't make it. I'll pee my pants."
"You don't have to do that. You can just go on the ground in here, or go to the stairwell, or whatever you want," Betty offered.
Jane sobbed a bit. "Oh god, I'm so drunk. I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I'm not like you and Sarah. I can't just pee anywhere I want to. I wish I could. I'm not... I'm not brave." She jerked her hands over her midsection and doubled over. "Oh god."
"Do you want to? Piss in this car?"
"Yes," Jane admitted.
"Then do it. C'mon, we're here for you. You're a strong, brave woman, and you can piss wherever you want."
"I can?"
"Sure! I mean, iff the owner didn't want us pissing in his car, he would have fixed his window."
"Ok. I'm gonna do it."
Betty, Sarah, and Anna helped steady Jane as she drunkenly climbed onto the car. As she shifted into position, her high-heeled shoes cut two deep grooves into the paint. "Oh shit!"
"Don't worry about it. This car has seen better days," Betty assured her friend. In truth, before it had been roughly treated as a toilet, aside from the missing rear window, the car had been in pretty good condition. But the insides were a mess now. "C'mon. You need to pee, so pee."
Jane looked around hesitantly. "Wait. I'm an attorney. If I get caught, I'll be disbarred. I shouldn't be doing this."
"Pshhhh. Pssshhh." said Betty, making pee sounds. Sarah and Anna joined in. After a few seconds, it worked. The sounds of pee combined with her incredible need for release overcame Jane's inhibitions. A furious, wild shotgun spray of piss erupted from her pussy, squarely striking the car's stereo. She looked horrified for a moment and then started laughing and sobbing joyously. All the while, her pee rained into the Mazda's thoroughly soaked interior. Rivulets of pee flowed over the dashboard, and fat drops fell from the steering wheel to the floor. When she finished peeing, Jane held out her hand expectantly. Betty obligingly handed her a tissue, which Jane used to wipe her pussy. She held the damp wad of paper for a moment and seemed unsure what to do with it before casually tossing it through the window into the car. Whoever owned the car was in for a very rude surprise when they returned from their errand. The three piss-stained tissues inside offered testament that the heinous act perpetrated against their vehicle was committed by women.
"Ha ha! Oh my god I feel, I feel so good. So alive! Is this why you... do what you do?"
"I think so. C'mon, let's get out here." Betty smiled. Her day was just getting started, and it was already one of the most memorable moments she'd ever had with her friends. But perhaps the day had more to offer still.
Just hours earlier, she had hooked up with a guy and pissed in the ice machine at his motel. That had been something! She reached down and massaged her pussy as she recalled the sounds of the frozen ice cubes shifting and cracking beneath her deluge of hot piss. For the moment, she found herself lost in the memory of her wicked action. She massaged her clit, feeling the small protuberance harden and swell as she played back the previous night's antics in her mind, riding the energy building in her body until she orgasmed.
Having satisfied one urge, Betty's attention turned toward satisfying a different need growing in her bladder. Her friend Sarah had rented a fabulous house near the beach on Airbnb for the girls to stay at on this trip. Betty had already peed in the pool, around the back yard, and in the bathroom showers several times, all in an attempt to use the actual toilet as little as possible while on vacation. Any of those locations could serve again if necessary, but Betty was feeling particularly wicked lately. But, she had to consider that as fun as it would be to piss all over the carpet in her bedroom, causing too much damage or leaving obvious signs of naughty pissing would blow back on Sarah. The closet in her bedroom was an option she considered before inspiration struck.
She walked quietly from her bedroom to the comfy, stylishly decorated living room. The other girls were still sleeping, leaving her alone. Perfect. The others knew Betty enjoyed pissing in public, and had seen her pee all over town this past week, but she didn't know how they would respond if they knew what she had planned. For a moment, she imagined squatting on the expensive sofa and releasing a gushing torrent of piss all over the cushions, leaving behind a telltale stain in the light gray fabric. Alas, if she was going to pee somewhere in the living room, Betty realized she would need to be more discreet. Fortunately, she was pretty sure she could piss somewhere in the living room, and no one would ever know: the fireplace.
She removed her flannel pajama bottoms and hopped up on the elevated hearth and adopted a wide stance, the white marble cool against her bare feet. At first, a few drops of golden liquid fell straight down from her pussy onto the marble, but soon an energetic, narrow beam of piss cohered. As an experienced and prolific public pisser, Betty had no problem aiming her stream while standing, expertly directing it over the brick wall at the back of the fireplace. The soot-stained bricks glistened and darkened where her pee flowed over them, and a pool of golden liquid gathered on the floor.
"Betts! What the fuck?" Sarah's hazel eyes were wide open and she looked surprised at the scene unfolding before her. Betty had been so wrapped up in relieving herself, she hadn't heard her friend enter the living room. Still, given how long they had been friends, and the fact that Sarah had been known to enjoy a public and naughty pee herself on occasion, the sight of Betty standing naked from the waist down aiming a stream of urine into the fireplace should not have been too shocking.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry."
"What are you thinking, doing that here? I mean, I love you girl, but if the owners find out, it's my ass."
"I know! It's just, I thought, how would anyone find out? It's a fireplace. It's all brick and marble, and it'll dry before we leave, and who's going to look too closely at the fireplace in summer anyway?" Sarah raised her eyebrows at Betty's explanation. Betty felt a twinge of shame for upsetting her friend, but that dissipated instantly when Sarah began smiling broadly.
"Only you, Betts... only you... hahahahaha!" squeaked Sarah before her words were swallowed up by laughter. After a few seconds she regained her composure. "Ok, bitch, step aside. You're not the only one who gets to have fun here."
Betty moved off the mantle and Sarah took her place. The amazonian architect stood over six feet tall, with long, toned, athletic legs. Her pussy was nearly parallel with the top of the fireplace, so she bent her knees before releasing her own torrential stream against the bricks. The crackling sound of Sarah's piss bouncing off the brick, not to mention watching her gorgeous friend casually urinate in a stranger's living room warmed Betty's heart, sure as any fire would have.
--
A few hours later, the four girls hit brunch at one of their favorite restaurants in town. In addition to the fine meal, Jane, Anna, and Sarah had taken advantage of the endless mimosa special, leaving them each somewhere between pleasantly buzzed and rather drunk. Champagne left Betty with a headache, but she had imbibed plenty of water, coffee, and juice to fill her bladder. As they prepared to leave of the restaurant, Jane asked them to wait so she could use restroom. Unfortunately for her, one of the restrooms was out of order, resulting in a line five people deep. After waiting for five minutes, the line did not move at all and Jane grew frustrated. "Forget it. I can wait," she told her friends. Betty smirked, having no intention of waiting in any line and looking forward to relieving herself elsewhere.
After a short walk, the girls reached the parking structure, where Betty scanned looking for other people, as well as targets of opportunity. She ascertained that the four of them were alone, and also spied something that caught her interest. "Ok," she said. "Does anyone else need to pee? Fuck waiting in line. We can do it in here."
She tapped Sarah on the shoulder to get attention, then whispered in her ear "Watch this." Opposite the four women was parked an older Mazda Miata. As befalls some older convertibles, the plastic rear window had decayed and rotted away, leaving a hole in the canvas canopy and access to the car's interior. Betty clambered up on the trunk and pulled her dress up. As she squat and pulled her panties aside, she heard her friends behind her.
"No!" gasped Jane.
"Oh my god," Anna whimpered.
"Yes!" laughed Sarah.
The three women watched in amazement as their friend openly, brazenly pissed into the convertible. Betty rotated her hips, sending her pee skittering all over the steering wheel, center console, and driver's seat. For over half a minute, a pale golden waterfall poured from her pussy through the hole in the canopy, drenching the vehicle's interior with coffee-scented piss. When the stream subsided, she produced a tissue from her purse and wiped her pussy dry, then casually tossed the sodden tissue through the open window.
As Betty climbed off the trunk, Sarah laughed heartily. "Woo hoo! That looked like fun!"
"It was," Betty admitted. "The coast is still clear. You go!"
Sarah pointed at herself and made an exaggerated expression of shock. "Moi? Why, I could never." After a beat she broke into a big smile. "Okay, you talked me into it. You're a bad influence!"
Stepping up onto the car, she adopted a familiar squat with her dress pulled out of the way and pussy exposed. Her stream flowed hard and fast, arcing up and shooting forward an incredible distance. Before her pee could fly too far though, it impacted violently with the inside of the front windshield. After 15 seconds, the deluge was done. Betty handed Sarah a tissue to wipe with, and Sarah also discarded it inside the vehicle.
When Sarah stepped off the car, Anna climbed on.
"Really, Anna? You almost never pee with us," remarked Betty.
"Well, look. I'm drunk, I'm on vacation, and, and..." Anna trailed off as pee began spurting out of her pussy in fits and starts. "Ahhhh... I really had to go." Her shoulders relaxed as the pressure inside her subsided. For thirty seconds, a slow trickle of Anna's urine pattered over the inside of the car, joining the mess left by her friends. When she wiped, she just dropped the tissue on the ground.
Betty, Sarah, and Anna looked to Jane, the most reserved of the group. The three of them had just used a stranger's convertible as their toilet like it was nothing, but they had never seen their friend do anything like that. She had peed in the ocean through her swimsuit, but that was as far as she had ever gone. Jane bounced up and down, clearly desperate to pee, but she did not move. Tears began forming in her eyes.
"Oh my god you guys, I really have to pee, but..."
"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Betty. She tapped her friend's shoulders reassuringly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to... you can just... go back to the restaurant if you want, and use the bathroom there if you like"
Jane shook her head. "No! I won't make it. I'll pee my pants."
"You don't have to do that. You can just go on the ground in here, or go to the stairwell, or whatever you want," Betty offered.
Jane sobbed a bit. "Oh god, I'm so drunk. I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I'm not like you and Sarah. I can't just pee anywhere I want to. I wish I could. I'm not... I'm not brave." She jerked her hands over her midsection and doubled over. "Oh god."
"Do you want to? Piss in this car?"
"Yes," Jane admitted.
"Then do it. C'mon, we're here for you. You're a strong, brave woman, and you can piss wherever you want."
"I can?"
"Sure! I mean, iff the owner didn't want us pissing in his car, he would have fixed his window."
"Ok. I'm gonna do it."
Betty, Sarah, and Anna helped steady Jane as she drunkenly climbed onto the car. As she shifted into position, her high-heeled shoes cut two deep grooves into the paint. "Oh shit!"
"Don't worry about it. This car has seen better days," Betty assured her friend. In truth, before it had been roughly treated as a toilet, aside from the missing rear window, the car had been in pretty good condition. But the insides were a mess now. "C'mon. You need to pee, so pee."
Jane looked around hesitantly. "Wait. I'm an attorney. If I get caught, I'll be disbarred. I shouldn't be doing this."
"Pshhhh. Pssshhh." said Betty, making pee sounds. Sarah and Anna joined in. After a few seconds, it worked. The sounds of pee combined with her incredible need for release overcame Jane's inhibitions. A furious, wild shotgun spray of piss erupted from her pussy, squarely striking the car's stereo. She looked horrified for a moment and then started laughing and sobbing joyously. All the while, her pee rained into the Mazda's thoroughly soaked interior. Rivulets of pee flowed over the dashboard, and fat drops fell from the steering wheel to the floor. When she finished peeing, Jane held out her hand expectantly. Betty obligingly handed her a tissue, which Jane used to wipe her pussy. She held the damp wad of paper for a moment and seemed unsure what to do with it before casually tossing it through the window into the car. Whoever owned the car was in for a very rude surprise when they returned from their errand. The three piss-stained tissues inside offered testament that the heinous act perpetrated against their vehicle was committed by women.
"Ha ha! Oh my god I feel, I feel so good. So alive! Is this why you... do what you do?"
"I think so. C'mon, let's get out here." Betty smiled. Her day was just getting started, and it was already one of the most memorable moments she'd ever had with her friends. But perhaps the day had more to offer still.
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