Becoming a Sub | Part 4
Golden Shower
You were a very bad girl last time.
He messages me a couple of days after I showed him my inner brat. I know that he enjoyed it deep down despite the countless insults I received back then.
I wanted to punish you even more but I made a mistake and peed before I had arrived at your house.
I hesitate as I am unsure how to reply to such a comment. I am torn. On one hand, I want to stay in the role and accept whatever he proposes as a well-behaved sub, on the other hand, my real me is disgusted by the idea of being pissed on and wonders how the hell one cleans up the mess afterward.
Applying my proven scientific approach whenever I encounter something new, I carry out research. And even though my practices are very questionable as it only involves watching some porn and consulting my husband, I get what I need. Before I manage to craft an appropriate response, there comes another message.
I can’t wait to fill up your pussy. And you will swallow everything that lands in your mouth.
I can feel my eyebrows raising subconsciously as I am reading it over and over again. I was so naive to think that he had meant to pee on me. But he always manages to surprise me. Great. The only thing I manage to swallow right now is my raging resistance.
Yes, sir. I will.
Yet another night when I cannot fall asleep. Bored and missing my Master, I text him. He barely ever replies so late but I am thrilled to see he gets online immediately this time.
I am craving. I need his attention and desperately want him to be nice to me. At least once. For a second. Anything. As usual, though, I receive the exact opposite because he can read my mind no matter what.
What do you want, bitch?
I do my best to follow the protocol. I am submissive, overly polite, and carefully select every word I type. But I am just too selfish and horny to keep my mind straight for a longer period of time. I slip once, twice, and finally, when I misbehave for the third time, I receive a punishment.
Go to the bathroom, lick the toilet seat, and take a photo to prove it. You deserve nothing but humiliation because you don’t know where your place is, whore.
Feeling his anger pulsing out from his words, my mind goes wild. I need to think of a way to fake it because obviously, I am not gonna do that. It’s just abominable. A couple of minutes in my lonely brainstorming exercise, I have no ideas. Literally zero. I know he will start asking about it very soon as the request was to deliver it right now. Getting desperate and also quite tired, I decide to obey.
It’s 1 am. I am searching for disinfection to elevate my fears of becoming the grossest person in the universe. Even though I know there are people doing much worse stuff, my world has always been very hygienic so such a request makes me experience my new bottom.
It turns out to be not only a personal challenge but also an operational one. Where to position my phone to take the capture in the right light and angle while being safe from falling to the toilet? I hate him. Why I am doing this? I must be really mad.
I am a bit proud when I finally manage to get it done. To make it look like I have completed the task while I was in fact balancing comically over the toilet, ensuring I am not getting closer than 1 mm above my dignity line. I am hitting the Send button, excited about what comes back. But here comes just silence.
Good girl. I had a really nice orgasm yesterday night, imagining you doing this in front of me. Licking my sperm and pee so that a single drop doesn’t go to waste.
I am reading his message in the morning and a strong vibration goes through my whole body. My panties are soaking wet in a second. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
When he finally rings a bell, I am very nervous. I don’t want to disappoint him and refuse what satisfies him yet there is a huge pushback from my mind which still has pissing set as the hard limit.
Getting down on my shaking knees as I open the door, I am looking at his feet and waiting for instructions. He pulls me up fast and gives me an unexpected passionate kiss. He holds me so tightly. I can barely breathe but I enjoy the unique moment more than anything. I wish my lips merge with his so we never stop and he doesn’t leave.
“Don’t get too excited, bitch.”
And he is back. Pushing me back to the floor, unzipping his pants, he gags me on his dick within a second. My eyes get watery fast. I am not sure whether it is me crying over how romantic he can be but hardly ever showing this side to me, or if it’s just caused by the simple fact of having my mouth painfully open to receive his cock and balls as a dumb sex doll.
Turning on my autopilot which is the only effective tool to suppress my ego in order to become a proper sub, I offer him my body without the mind. Hopeful to get rewarded by a normal shower instead of the promised golden one, in the end, I do my best to follow the orders. Bending, spreading my legs, licking, moaning, cumming as requested. Holding still when being spanked and whipped.
He has a strong orgasm and I am enjoying the view at his face overwhelmed with pleasure. Collapsing on top of me, I hug him and smile. Plain talk after all. There are times when I appreciate when he doesn’t deliver what he promises and this is exactly the moment.
“I need to pee.”
I hear him saying it with a smirk. I don’t dare to look at him to confirm my assumptions.
“You were a good girl today. You deserve a treat.”
Is this revenge for how I thought I had outsmarted him? My thoughts keep racing. But I am also amused. He is such a good player and I like that. Before I get to any conclusion or an escape plan, I am being dragged to the shower. He forces me to kneel down and asks me to open my mouth. I look at him furiously but do as he says.
And there it comes. OMG, he is really peeing on me! I imagine it’s the most delicious drink in the world and under that illusion, I keep swallowing everything. Despite my efforts, most it lands on my hair and face anyway. When he is finished, I am allowed to clean myself.
“Did you like it? And you can speak openly now. I want to know.”
“It wasn’t as terrible as I thought it would be. Your sperm tastes better for sure, though.”
We both laugh, dress up, and say goodbye. He kisses me the same way when he entered and leaves. I check off my kink list another hard limit that was broken and feel quite proud of myself for pushing the boundaries again while I am going to brush my teeth.
Five minutes in, I am still getting rid of the strange urine odor, reaching desperately for dental tools I haven’t used in ages. Maybe I should pissing more often, would definitely make my dentist proud.
