Posted by Azimuth on December 09, 1998 at 01:43
I'm just so excited to find this site.
Having found so many pissing pictures on the net, I'm so pleased to find such an active group of fellow pee fans.
I wrote this thinking about a lovely lady with whom I corresponded frequently developing a whole sequence of bizarre fantasies - sad to say we eventually lost touch, and I so much miss our regular emails.
She's a magnificent submissive with a particular fetish for watersports, The true thrill is to know that she's as turned on by being your slave as you are by being her Dom: Carol fitted the bill wonderfully. As I say I lost touch now but hope one day to find another with whom to share the experience - I'd love to hear from any ladies if this fantasy turns you on.
I only hope this is deemed to be of sufficient quality to sit here with some of the other incredible offerings I've been reading My apologies if it's a bit long.
Fantasy for Carol,
It's a late October evening and the weather outside is terrible. My mind turns to you a thousand miles away and the fantasy that has been running through my mind all day .
For the second time your plane lands on English soil. The instructions were clear and you have followed them to the letter like the well trained slave that you are. Exiting through the foyer of the airport, you make your way to left luggage. As instructed, you have nothing with you except the clothes on your back and the key to locker 15. A surge of wet anticipation tingles in your groin as you recognise the locker and walk over to it. The unknown beckons my slave once more - what bizarre delights will the contents take you to ?. Opening it you move the bag inside and go over to the ladies toilet to investigate the bag.
The clothing is quite mundane - a figure hugging red dress, briefs and high heels. In a cubicle you change into them and place all your own stuff in the bag. You stop to admire yourself on leaving the rest room. The dress is incredibly short just covering your ass, your long legs shown off to their best. Your firm round breasts strain the fabric (It's not sheer - figure hugging T-shirt cotton), the firm tips of your nipples stand out through the material showing your high state of arousal the white briefs already starting to moisten with your cunt-cream. The only other item in the bag is a sealed envelope - you know what to do with this. A last minute touch up to your tasteful make-up emphasising your full red lips and sensuous eyelashes, and you know your Master will be pleased.
You lock all your possessions in the locker again, and clutching the envelope in your hand you leave the airport. Outside it's a hot June day, the bright light dazzles your eyes in contrast to the darkness of the airport. Of course, you have been forbidden to talk to anyone without your master's permission, so you just hand the envelope to the taxi driver and climb in. He opens the envelope and reads the directions. The cash inside is more than enough and he sets off.
About 20 minutes from the airport, he drops you at the country park - This is such a difference from the last visit - what can he have in mind. As you walk round the lake at the centre of the park, filled with families, lovers and children all enjoying the wonderful summers day, you see us sat at a picnic table in front of all things a tent pitched on the grass by the lake. A brief note of surprise - this doesn't seem like my usual style, if anything it's kind of tacky - those plastic chairs, and a picnic ? you know me better than to take it all at face value.
Sitting with me is Nicole - last time you met her she was dressed in figure hugging PVC and you tremble with excitement as you remember how she used you for her pleasure - for weeks after you fantasised about her pussy gushing into your open mouth, and the strap on she had used in you oh so sweet ass. Now she sat there again - still the same slender but powerful figure and waist length raven hair, the same deep ruby mouth. I wave you over to our table and order you to sit down.
On the table is a tray of drinks - A large jug of water and a couple of pints of Beer.
"Good to see you my little slut - you are late. I hope you are feeling horny " Not having been given permission to speak you simply nod and sit down. Crossing those lovely long legs, I see a flash of white briefs. You are already aroused, breathing just a little heavier than usual. "Well, you've got some catching up to do" I gesture to the drinks on the table, and you pick up a pint of beer.
"Quickly now drink it all down !" Nicole looks at you archly and the pink tip of her tongue parts those sensuous lips. You guzzle the beer in a most unladylike fashion, some spills and soaks into the top of your dress leaving a dark blotch. After a second pint She orders you to drink several more glasses of water. She lounges back in her chair, one leg over the arm, you gaze is drawn hypnotically to the crotch of her light blue denim jeans. My cock hardens in my pants as I see the look.
Soon you start to squirm in your chair. Your bladder is uncomfortably full. I grant you permission at last to speak " Please master I must have to go for a pee"
"What do you think Nicole?" I turn to her for an opinion
"She's not earned that yet - Tell us What you are Carol"
"I'm your slave Mistress. I am a slut who is here only to please you and my master. My body is yours to do with as you like" - She looks please with your responses to such questions now, clearly we have trained you well. Her reply is stern.
" I don't think we can let you piss just yet. Stay there in that chair - don't even try to get up! You're right you’re my slave and you will not have such presumption as to ask to pee."
You can see that Nicole is enjoying herself as she watches your growing discomfort. Your bladder is now aching and yet she orders you to drink more. The pressure is building in your bladder and you find yourself fidgeting and squirming in the chair, whilst all around the world enjoys a summer day. A sweat breaks out on your lovely brow and you start to grunt faintly with the effort to hold all that pee inside. Several times you beg for leave to piss, but know only too well it will be denied !
After about half an hour of squirming, pleading and begging, a tiny jet of piss escapes. You moan and flush with shame feeling dirty, yet charged with a sexual electricity which lubricates and further dampens your panties. You imagine your briefs soaked with cunt-cream and urine as a tiny spot appears in the lap of your dress. Now the plan is all too clear. The dress absorbs and darkens as the first tiny jet soaks in - once your bladder has loosened, you struggle to hold on but it's a losing fight. A trickle becomes a jet, and then a flood. You turn away from the crowds of sunbathers in front of you as you give way totally to the surge of water cascading in yellow floods over your creamy thighs soaking the dress, pooling in the chair the sodden material of your dress clinging to your thighs hugging your piss-soaked body.
I order you into the tent and you rush inside - surely the world must have seen your disgrace. The thought of it all excites and disgusts at the same time. Your face is flushed with arousal and shame as you stand in the tent the warm trickles still running down over your legs.
I enter the tent with Nicole - She walks over to you and forces you to kneel on the grass inside the tent. The bright sunshine casts shadows of the world moving outside oblivious to the degraded slut kneeling soaked in her own piss and loving every second !
"We didn't give you permission" Nicole chides " I didn't tell you you could piss yourself now did I?"
"N…n…n…no mistress" you stammer looking up at Nicole. As you kneel, her crotch is an inch or so from your face
"So you like to piss yourself do you ? - does it get our little slut horny? Is that slit of yours all slippery with juices" You know better than to lie - you colour with shame and admit your arousal to her in whispered tones.
"Well you may be a whore but you are an honest one" Nicole concedes and as you look up at her crotch you see to your amazement that a dark patch is starting to spread between her thighs, and following the seams of her jeans. Her piss is now soaking her and she pulls your face into her, as the fabric ceases to soak up the fluid a stream breaks out and you strain to take the flow in your mouth. Nicole smiles to see your eagerness. I stand and watch the remarkable display, as her streaming pee, soaks the top of your dress, mingling with your own. The excitement is unbearable She pushes you to lie on your back and squats over your face reaching down and massaging your soft full breasts full breasts through the sodden fabric. Yellow streams of sweet slightly acid smelling piss run over your face, as I rip off your sodden panties, and drive a finger into you pleading ass, you gasp, coughing on the now diminishing river of piss. As my prick slides into your wet, wide, slutty cunt You start to gasp and writhe, the pent-up orgasm will not be denied much longer. As you start to come - Nicole, who has now slipped out of her jeans thrusts her of soaking panties in your mouth to stifle your animal cries, as I jet streams of scalding sticky cum into your piss soaked cunt.
It's such a wild scene feet away from an unsuspecting world, As you emerge from the tent you imagine every eye is on you. Although Nicole has changed into new dry clothes, Our slut is still in her, by now, very clammy dress covered with a long coat. Weak at the knees we lead you to the car - the weekend has only just begun!
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