To p or not to p

Last night, kneeling before him as he watches TV, what he is watching is beyond one’s comprehension. She is only there for him; the caresses of her hair a blissful gift as she is surrounded by an intense need to worship her Master.

An invitation to join him on the couch is welcome and for a while lying in his lap slave lightly runs her fingers up and down his body. It’s late and becomes time to take out the dogs and lock up the house. As we stand Master denies slave permission to use the bathroom, but she is told she may brush her teeth when she asks.

We meet in the bedroom and slave is asked to strip before the nightly undressing of her Master. She asks to pee again and is told she can go in a moment, but she is not leaving the room. The look of defiance sweeps over ones face (just for a moment) as she removes her dress and moves towards him pressing her body to his to remove his shirt.

His hand wraps around her hair, pulling her ear to his lips so he can whisper There is a pan under the bed, you may pull it to the center of the room and pee in it once you are finished here. Electricity runs through slaves nerves and there is no denying the slickness in between her thighs even though her mind is fighting the concept. Kneeling to remove his pants, there is some trepidation but it is easily pushed aside once he slides himself down her throat.

Enough get the pan he commands and there is hesitation and she procrastinates, kneeling there, her mouth gaping open. Of course this is a losing battle and moments later she is squatting before him over the pan. There she squats; looking up into his eyes, knowing anything less would be unacceptable, feeling the need to go but just not able to. It seems we were stalled like that, frozen in time until he picks up the belt and lashes at slaves back encouraging her to let go of her ego. The belt is distracting, turning her into a needy puddle while still trying to let her body go. The need to please him so strong, but just not physically being able to force her body to listen is frustrating.

Maybe a loop whipping will help you slave; it’s time to get up. The belt tightens around her chest, restricts her arms to her sides and binds her breast as he pushes her over the edge of the bed. He doesn’t start light but the whipping is good, it burns, but staying in position is not so hard. Until he decides it should be hard and it becomes that way. He stops every once in a while to give her a break to catch her breath, to get the tears under control before he start again. He very roughly inserts the plug, each touch of the welts causing more cries. The pleasure of dual fullness as he enters her from behind is intense and soon enough another kind of pleading begins.

When Master is ready for slave to suck him once more he speaks to her sternly while she accommodates him, reminding her she is property; that she will always be his, that she is his to do with as he pleases. That he loves her and she is beautiful when she suffers.

Later, once slave has licked Master clean and we are relaxed and ready to drift asleep, all sexual tension out of the air slave again asks if she may use the bathroom and Master once again reminds her the pan is the next to the bed.

This is not going away.