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Piss Slut

September 30, 2007

i am my Master’s piss slut.

It started months ago. i was begging Master to let me suck his cock, and He asked me for a list of what other things my mouth was good for besides His cock. i had a feeling where He was going, but i tried pretty much everything else i could think of before saying “You could pee in my mouth, Sir.” If i wanted to suck His cock, he told me, i had to beg Him to pee in mouth. i really wanted that gorgeous hard cock in mouth, and part of me didn’t actually believe that He would do something like that, so i begged Him for it. Begged Him to piss in my mouth.

He didn’t – not that day – but the seeds were planted, and my training as His piss slut began.

While my Master isn’t beyond forcing me to submit, He gets much greater pleasure in planting an idea in my mind and letting it grow there until it takes on a life of its own. He wants me to beg for it, and beg for it not because He’s commanded me to, but because it’s become a part of me, part of my wants, needs, fantasies, desires.

And so it was with becoming His piss slut. The idea was implanted in my mind, in fantasies and images He whispered in my ear, and it took root there. Grew, blossomed, until it was the one fantasy that was guaranteed to get me off, the one that i would turn to when nothing else was working. On my knees, sucking His hard cock until He came in my mouth, then waiting there until His cock softened and He filled my mouth with His other liquid. Swallowing it eagerly, without spilling a drop.

In the weeks leading up to our visit, He pushed me further, making me piss myself daily, urine running down my legs and pooling at my feet as i stood in the dry shower stall. Every act of elimination became eroticized, until just the thought of going to the bathroom was enough to make my cunt wet. He promised me that if i was a very good girl on our trip, then He would give me my reward, piss on me and in me, make me His piss slut in every way.

And so it was that Tuesday afternoon found me standing in the bathtub of our hotel room, staring at myself in a full wall mirror. My hair was wild from fucking and sucking, my face flushed with arousal. My collar – His collar – around my neck. Naked except for a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels. And my Master standing beside me, telling me it was time, time for me to be his piss slut. Telling me to ask him, to beg him for what it was that i wanted.

“Please, Sir, please let me be Your piss slut. Please make me Your piss slut.”

It is hard for a woman to piss standing up. Even harder when she is aroused and being asked to piss on command. But eventually i managed, and slowly my urine began to trickle down my legs and splatter on the floor of the bathtub. When i finished, my Master ordered me down on my knees and had me lick clean every inch of my shoes. i was shaking, trembling with my submission, at once aroused and terrified of what i knew was coming next.

He stepped into the bathtub with me. i knelt, facing Him.

“Ask me.”

i took a deep breath. Found the center of my submission. Took another breath.

“Please, Sir, please pee on your slavegirl.”

“And?” he prompted me.

“Please pee in your slavegirl’s mouth.”

Turns out it’s hard for men to piss on command and while aroused too. i waited, anticipation, anxiety, arousal, fear, all building. And then my Master began to pee on His slavegirl. i put my mouth to His cock, smelled and tasted His urine filling my mouth. i swallowed, choking from the acrid acidity.

Master handed me my dildo, and commanded me to masturbate and come for Him. i was on my knees on the hard floor of the bathtub, slippery from my piss and His piss combined. Here it was, the culmination of weeks of fantasizing, and i felt raw and dirty, truly like a slavegirl. The dildo slid effortlessly into my cunt, my wetness betraying the arousal that mixed with my fear and dismay. As i fucked myself and rubbed my clit, my Master peed on me again, on my chest, my back, my face, my hair. When he finished peeing on me, i came hard with His cock in my mouth, just sucking it, not drinking from it.

Master pulled me out of the bathtub and into the shower, holding me and praising me for being his good girl, telling me how much He loved me. Kissing me.

i thought i was fine by the time we got out of the shower, but shortly after that i had a meltdown. This was the hardest thing my Master had ever asked me to do. It was intense beyond measure. For all my fantasies, the reality had been much more demeaning and much less arousing than my imagination. i curled myself into a little ball. i hyperventilated. i cried, with shuddering long breaths. Although long showered away, i could still feel the spots on my back where His urine had landed, and i rolled on my back on the floor, trying to wipe that feeling away.

My Master let me get it out, watching me carefully. Then He held me close to Him, brought me back to myself, brought me back to Him. Kissed me tenderly, stroked my hair. Fed me lunch.

That was the first time. There were others, and i’ll probably write about them too, but that was the first. That is when i became my Master’s piss slut.

14 comments

  1. How wonderful for you to have such a kind Master. i’m glad to read He took such good after-care of you. It can be more important than any other part of a “first time” or particularly “hardcore” act.
    With His love supporting you, it looks like you’ll be able to remember it with only the type of shame that we submissives crave and find arousing, and not the type of shame that would do you harm.
    i must say, i envy your bond with your Master, but am so happy for you that you have it!
    😀


  2. Thank you Laani.

    i do share a wonderful bond with my Master – thank you for reminding me of that. i’ve been having a little post-visit letdown lately, so i appreciate the reminder of how lucky i am to have Him.


  3. That’s a powerful account, one which might almost persuade me to try this for myself.


  4. Thank you, Roper. If you do end up trying it, just be aware that it will probably be harder than you think to make yourself do it! At least, that was our experience.

    Which, to be honest, i’m kind of grateful for, since it meant the first couple of times were relatively easy on me. i had time to get used to being His piss slut, so that by the last couple of times i was much better able to cope with the bigger volume.


  5. You are such a wonderful slave. Your Master is a very lucky man and you a very lucky girl. i am happy for you both.

    i still haven’t had to do this. i didn’t think i wanted to, but reading this made me start to wonder…


  6. brooke – until my Master went and planted the idea in my head, this isn’t ever something i wanted to do either. If i’d been filling out a checklist of likes and dislikes, golden showers would have been firmly on the no side.

    i hope i didn’t make it sound easy. It wasn’t. Isn’t. My emotions are still very complicated about it, and i’ll put another post up about it soon.

    But given your need for humiliation, i can see that it could be a very good addition to your Master’s repertoire, and i have to say i’m surprised he hasn’t done it. My Master’s goal wasn’t humiliation, but it would be very easy to use it as a tool in that kind of dynamic.


  7. Thank you for writing about such a powerful moment. For sharing it with us.


  8. oh..i have busy playing catch up here! mind if i link?


  9. Please link! i love links!


  10. great site ..lookin4 master to be soooooo cruel


  11. I think you should be very proud of yourself. It is quite an undertaking. Even in the vanilla world, who would do that to show their love? Who would do that even if their mates life DEPENDED on it? No you should be very proud, and hense, happy with yourself.

    Are you still blogging?
    smutty99


  12. Thanks, smutty99.

    i am definitely still blogging – sometimes few and far between, depending on the ebbs and flow of the rest of my life – but still here.


  13. Dear sub lyn,
    in my latest post i refer to this post of you. If you’re not okay with this, please let me know.

    Sweet greetz, mo(oheart)


  14. […] thought drinking Your piss at La Domaine. i thought about You pissing on me in the various bathtubs of our acquaintance. i thought about wanting to pee my panties for You again, and suck out the pee, and wad them up and […]



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