Subpissive is a slave. She comes to me from time to time at the behest of her master. My role is train her and break down her barriers. She has a list of do's and don'ts but when she is with me there are no safe words and no rules. Near the top of her don'ts is piss play.
Our session developed as they most do. I start by asking her difficult and revealing questions.
"Tell me about your latest gangbang?... how many guys came in your mouth" etc.
Sometimes her master attends and so times I have her to myself. This night her master is a long. He mainly hangs back with a ridding crop in hand and expresses himself with full-on swings occasionally... his way of saying he's getting board.
To prepare for the evening I have consumed liberal amounts of water and a couple beers to make sure my piss will flow fast and hard when I let go. Of course Subpissive has no knowledge that tonight I will introduce her to the taste of my piss and the feeling of a warm stream hitting the back of her throat. We start with nipple play. I have 30 clothes pins hanging on a chain in the play room. Her instructions are to take each clothes pin and put it on her tits. The clothes pins must make a symmetrical pattern or she will be punished. Our play sessions consist of whips, floggers, crops and cords, the usual suspects. Punishment consists of one thing... a bamboo cane. Despite her joy with being whipped, the cane means welts and tears.
As I sit in my chair watching her squeak and yelp as she applies the clothes pins, trying hard to form some sort of pattern, I am stroking my cock. My bladder is so full that I am almost leaking piss. Aided by the piss my cock is hard and feels good in my hand. Subpissive's master is standing back... cock in hand. I know he is not a piss player per say, he much prefers creaming in Subpissive's ass. As the last clothes pin goes on she is quiver and shaking, wanting nothing more then to curl into a ball... but she know the stand erect and display her ornament covered breasts.
I light a cigarette and instruct her to finger her cunt. The action of bring her arms to her cunt causes her to brush the pins. Her pain is exquisite. Her master takes of a flogger and begins on her back. Unprepared for the first strike she lets of a loud scream. She can't help herself, but she knows that screams are not allowed unless instructed. To show or displeasure, her master reverses his stroke and brings the flogger up between her legs from behinds. She staggers forward with both her pussy and hand now burning. She resumes masturbating as her master reddens her back and I finish my cigarette.
As I finish my cigarette I instruct her to remove each clothes pin, one at a time, and return it the the hanging chain. I will count back for thirty and how ever many clothes pins remain, that will be the cane stroke count is she does not finish in time. She fumbles with the clothes pins, each one removed she pants and grits her teeth. She moves quickly, hardly at all distracted by her master who is now using a crop on the back of her thighs. As for me, I can no longer hold my piss. I will need to find a vessel to fill quickly.
She is successful. Her breast are covered with red pinch marks, free of clothes pins and I have only made it from 30 to 4. I stand up, my cock now rock hard, not just from stimulation, but from the massive pressure I feel from the piss I have been holding in. Neither Subpissive nor her master know what is about to happen next.
"Suck it"
She drops to her knees, her breast still stinging and takes my cock in her mouth. Frankly, if she gave better blow jobs she may have been able to prevent what was about to happen. But her cock sucking skills are limited. I begin pumping her face. She is gagging a little but know better than to pull away. My cock is hot and wet in her mouth. I can feel her tongue and the sweet flesh of mouth as she takes my cock deeper into her throat. I pump deeper and slower. Then I stop. I grab her hair to hold her in place. She sucks harder thinking I am about to cum. I relax my loins and let my warm piss flow into her throat. I feel her mouth grip and her throat contract as she begins to swallow. Then I feel her panic, she stiffens and freezes as she realizes that it is not cum filling her mouth. To be continued.