Melissa stared at the door, feeling very uneasy about her motivations. She had endlessly dithered about how to dress for her dinner “get-together” with Deborah in the city.
When Melissa had called Deborah the previous day to ask about getting meeting for dinner on one of her days off, they had wound up chatting for over an hour, as though they were already intimate friends. Given how eagerly they had followed Erik’s command to make out with each other the first time they had met, Melissa found herself smirking with the realization that “intimate” could indeed be an appropriate description.
At the end of their phone call, Deborah asked Melissa come by her place in the city the next day for an informal dinner of take-out Indian food. Deborah seemed eager to see her, and Melissa was really excited about seeing Deborah as well.
Melissa worried, however, about why she liked Deborah so much. She feared some of it could be a sexual attraction to Deborah. She worried whether or not Deborah’s eagerness to see her could mean the attraction was mutual, and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.
As she dressed, Melissa decided on flat sandals. She felt self-conscious of her height, compared to Deborah’s more petite size. It was hard to find a pair of flats hiding among the six-inch heels that seemed to be rapidly multiplying in her closet. She wondered if Erik spent hours on-line shopping for high heels, or if he simply had Cathy buy several new pairs of heels each day. He clearly had a fetish for women in high heels.
She had asked him, after recovering from their impromptu afternoon session, whether his rules against underwear applied on her days off. He solemnly nodded yes, which let her avoid wrestling with that question when dressing for her dinner. In the end, she had opted for a Bohemian peasant outfit that Cathy had picked out for her. It had a gauzy cotton poet’s blouse and mid-length skirt with a half-bust corset/basque top that gave her some support. Of course, based on what Cathy had taken as Erik’s unspoken guidelines, the corset top didn’t come quite high enough to cover her nipples. In the right lighting, the darker rounds of her areolae were visible through the thin cotton blouse.
Getting dressed, she had brushed against her nipple. The protrusion of her erect nipple seemed very obvious under the white fabric. Seeing that, she had sighed, nearly deciding to change again, then gave up, deciding to accept her fate as a sexual play toy for the summer. She decided that she was very unlikely to meet anyone she knew in the high-rent district where Deborah lived, plus eating take-out food in her apartment meant that they wouldn’t have to go out in public.
Of course, now that she was standing in front of Deborah’s door, she looked down and could see her nipples clearly jutting out. “It’s just my nervousness,” she reassured herself. “Besides, in flats, my breasts won’t be the first thing she sees.”
Knowing that the doorman had called up to Deborah to say that she was on her way up, Melissa decided she couldn’t put off ringing the doorbell any longer. Just as she reached out to push the button, however, the door swung open revealing Deborah. Her face lit up with a wide smile. Melissa was struck by how the vibrancy of Deborah’s expression and the whiteness of her teeth were framed by her full dark hair and olive complexion. Although she already knew that Deborah was gorgeous, Melissa was instantly jolted by how stunning she looked, even in a well-worn t-shirt, equally weathered fatigue pants, and bare feet.
Deborah reached out in a hug, “There you are! I was worried you’d gotten lost on the way up.” Deborah raised up on half-toe to give Melissa what started as a quick kiss on the lips, except that she lingered a half moment longer than a quick peck. In that unexpected moment, Melissa found herself responding, her mouth softening and pressing hesitantly forward. With a sigh, Deborah melted against her. After a moment, their lips parted as their tongues sought each other out.
Slowly they separated, both a bit surprised. Deborah laughed quietly, “So that’s the way it’s going to be…”
Melissa immediately flushed pink with embarrassment, “No. I mean, it doesn’t have to be. I, um, I… oh hell. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”
Deborah shrugged, with a self-deprecating laugh, “Me neither, although I’m pretty sure it can be whatever we want it to be. But come in! I’m starving. The food got here 20 minutes ago, and the smell has been driving me crazy.”
Melissa still felt sheepish, but Deborah’s lighthearted welcome pulled her into the apartment and through to the kitchen. Looking around, Melissa was surprised by the abstract sculptures and bold artwork scattered throughout the large apartment. Deborah’s furniture was sparse, primarily light-colored wood and dark gray leather. There were only a few small rugs dotting a wide expanse of polished pink stone floor.
“Wow,” Melissa said, “it’s different than I expected.”
“Really?” Deborah seemed genuinely curious. “How so?” She slid open a warming drawer and took out several containers of take-out food.
“I’m not sure. I mean, your place is beautiful… and sophisticated. I guess, well I figured it’d be that. But maybe I was expecting something more girly or softer. I mean, not that this isn’t amazing.”
Deborah laughed again, “Well I used to have it carpeted, and the living room was all overstuffed fabric-covered sofas and all.” She laid out the food near place settings that were already set out on a high-topped dark table in the middle of the kitchen. She waved Melissa towards high stools tucked under the table.
Melissa pulled out a stool and sat down, only to discover Deborah wagging her finger disapprovingly at her. Startled, Melissa looked around hurriedly, trying to figure out what she had done wrong.
Deborah smiled reassuringly, “Remember how you’re supposed to sit in a skirt?”
Melissa grimaced a smile, “Sorry. I guess I didn’t realize those rules applied here too.” She stood up and swept the back of her skirt out over the stool, so there was no fabric trapped between her skin and the seat of her stool when she sat back down. “Better?”
“Yep. A good sub’s got to make those things habit.”
Melissa laughed, shaking her head ruefully, “It’s going to be weird to go back to vanilla rules.”
“Well, I mean, like when I go back to school. Ivy League grad students don’t… well, you know…”
“Yeah, I do know. And sure, I have a different set of rules for how I behave on the trading floor, compared to what I do when I’m out with Michael; that’s for sure.”
“You mean, like walking around naked except for a collar and leash? That doesn’t cut it in currency futures, or whatever it is that you do?”
“Yeah, mostly futures contracts, and no, the way you saw me Sunday night wouldn’t be such a great idea. Doesn’t quite go with my ‘kick ass and take names’ persona on the trading floor.”
Both women paused thoughtfully while serving food onto their plates and beginning to eat. After a few bites, Melissa asked, “So how does it work? I mean, being a super aggressive trader by day and a submissive by night?”
“The transitions can be… odd.” Both women smiled at Deborah’s droll observation. Then she continued more seriously, “I’m competitive as hell when it comes to business. Probably something I learned growing up in Israel. But it seems like the only way I can really relax away from work is having a dom who makes me submit. When Michael tells me what to do… I just let go of all the bullshit of the day and I’m his. I mean, when I’m away from work, the last thing I want to do is worry about being in charge, or even having an equal say. His control frees me.”
Deborah laughed at the paradox of someone else’s control being what set her free. With a wry smile, she waved her fork at Melissa, “You know what I mean, right?”
“Yeah, and I’m not sure I could explain it any better. It’s just too weird. I mean, Erik had some sort of theory he told me – something like the real meaning of being sexually submissive is we don’t have to worry about pleasing our partner, because we can’t… we’re tied up, helpless, or whatever. So our partner, him being the big mean-ass dom of course, is the one who has to do all the work. He has to please us. Which, I guess, is sort of the way it really does work.” She shook her head, “It’s still weird as hell.”
“But you love it.”
“Just don’t lose sight of the difference. Being submissive in sex doesn’t mean anything about being submissive in life. Look at you and me. I’m pretty damn aggressive at my job, and I’m sure you are at your school.”
“Yeah. There was some sort of twist in Erik’s theory too, about sex making people feel vulnerable, and kinky fantasies being a way to feel safe.”
Deborah snorted. “Erik’s funny. He reads all these academic studies on sex research… and Archeology, and God knows what else.”
“He told me that he read that stuff to relax at night when he’s living in some strange town, rescuing a company. It sounds like he’s some sort of weird warrior monk when he goes out on one of those assignments. I mean, he doesn’t date or screw around. All he does is work.”
“Well, you know how he can be kind of intense at times?”
“That’s an understatement!”
“Well, he’s waaay worse when he’s on an assignment.”
Melissa looked suddenly sober, “Oh shit.”
“Yeah, it’s like he drops off the face of the Earth for months at a time. He doesn’t even really like to talk on the phone. He’s just totally focussed on work.”
Deborah nodded sadly.
Melissa asked, “So is that part of what happened with you two, why you’re with Michael now?”
“Yeah, plus, like I told you, our kinks never really aligned.”
Melissa gave her a questioning look, trying to encourage her to continue.
Deborah nodded, “Well, you know he’s into spanking and all.”
Melissa barked out a laugh.
Deborah continued, “But unlike somebody else at this table, I really don’t like being spanked, whipped, or any of that sh… stuff. Bad memories from childhood, I guess. Plus, Erik doesn’t like to let a girl work up to it.”
Melissa shot her another inquiring look.
“Most doms will start out soft, with a flogger or something else thuddy, before they work up to spanking, caning, or something really stingy. Erik’s impatient. He’d rather be with a submissive who can leap right into stingy.”
“You mean, someone like that other, unnamed person at this table?” Melissa mimed looking around, as though she was talking about someone other than herself.
“Yep. Exactly so. Anyway, with the mismatch in our tastes, plus his long absences, we just weren’t going anywhere. Also, I warned you that he only lets people in so far. I don’t know if it’s the orphan thing, or the heartless rich bitch of a grandmother who raised him, or what – but there’s a wall somewhere inside him. The only one I ever saw get past it is his uncle.”
“Yeah, Serena warned me too.”
Deborah snorted again, “She may not be book-smart, but she knows people. I’ll give her that. She’s clever, like a street cat.”
Melissa took another bite of her meal, hiding her surprise at Deborah’s negative tone towards Serena. Looking around again at the wealthy sleekness of Deborah’s apartment, she realized that even though Serena’s background might be close to Melissa’s own working class upbringing, it was probably very foreign to Deborah. She wondered at how she could feel so close, so quickly, to two very different women.
She knew that she had always been stretched between two worlds. One was the brick row home of her parents. The inside had been crowded with four noisy, growing kids, and the outside was still half covered in tattered aluminum siding that had been added sometime in the 1960’s. Her other world existed within the cloistered wealth of the Ivy League universities, courtesy of full scholarships.
In her first year as an undergraduate, she’d been astounded by the careless wealth of her roommate. At the end of the year, her roommate had emptied a drawer full of laundry quarters into a trash can, not wanting to pack the coins and keep them over the summer.
Deborah interrupted her memories, “You seem lost in thought.”
Melissa grinned guiltily and glanced away to look across the living room. “I was wondering what this place looked like, decorated with carpet and fabric.”
Deborah grinned in return, shaking her head a little ruefully. “Once Michael and I started spending a lot of time together, it was getting too hard to clean.”
Deborah wagged her finger at Melissa again, although with a broad smile. “First, you’re never supposed to make fun of somebody else’s kink, especially around them. And second, yeah, it was pretty fucking gross to come back home to an apartment that smelled like a men’s bathroom. When they came to take away the carpets and furniture, I told them I had a dog that I’d finally had to get rid of, cause he kept on peeing inside.”
“Um, I’m sorry for the ‘eww’ reaction. I just, well, that is kind of weird.”
“Like being whipped for fun is normal?”
“Look, golden showers are pretty tame compared to other stuff, like edge play and so on.”
“Um, ‘golden showers,’ ‘edge play’?”
Deborah laughed, “Oh you are such a newb. Okay, a golden shower is playing with getting peed on, or peeing on. Michael likes it both ways, and, well, I’ve learned to enjoy it too. Especially since there’s usually an orgasm or three involved. Pavlov didn’t get it even half right. If you reward a kink with orgasms long enough… well now, just the smell of pee makes me horny. That’s weird.”
“Okaayy. And ‘edge play’?”
“Yeah, that’s people who really get off on cutting into skin with knives and needles and stuff.”
Melissa’s eyes went wide, “For real?”
“Really and truly. It’s a lot more popular than you’d think. But people are careful about it. Remember: safe, sane, and consensual.”
“Ah, that’s got to stretch those boundaries kind of hard, doesn’t it?”
“Not really. If you go to clubs enough, you’ll run across it. You’ll see it’s not as freaky as it sounds. I mean, you want freaky? How about fat middle aged guys who get off being dressed in diapers?”
Melissa rolled her eyes.
“Me too, but hey, everyone has their own kink. For instance, I love being tied up and kept right at the edge of an orgasm for a long time. When Michael finally pushes me over the edge, God what an intense rush! Hey if he wants to pee on me and cum all over me afterward, I’m just as happy as I can to let him. If he wants me to pee on him, that’s even easier. Well, at least once I learned how to pee standing up. It’s a lot harder than you’d think it is.”
“Um, never really tried, but I guess what you’re saying makes sense. I mean, I saw how much Joseph got off on being a pony, even though it didn’t really do much for me. Serena seems to like everything, though.”
“She’s paid to.”
Melissa flinched internally, seeing again that Deborah didn’t like Serena.
Deborah seemed to notice Melissa’s reaction this time and added, “I think her kink is somehow related to being an actress. She loves playing a role, almost any role, and pulling other people into the fantasy she is weaving. I’m not sure she has any one true kink; it’s just like this is a world she’s learned to swim in, plus she makes good money at it. And she’s mostly able to make other people really enjoy the roles she plays.”
“But not you?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Probably not so much. We really come from different places.”
“Yeah, I know you grew up in Israel, but we didn’t really talk about it last night.”
“I grew up just north of Tel Aviv. A lot of people who’d gotten rich in tech industries live there, so it’s pretty nice, but it was also very separate from the rest of Israel. When I did my service in the Army, wow, that was a real shock.”
“I came here for college, and wound up staying.”
Both women had gradually stopped eating, so Deborah started to gather up the food containers when she suddenly exclaimed, “Shit! I forgot the wine. Would you like white or red?”
“Oh, either would be fine. I don’t really know much about wine.”
“Okay, go sit in the living room. I’ll clean up and bring in a nice red from the Golan.”
Melissa started to help clean up, but Deborah made shooing motions, so she headed into the living room. She wandered around, looking at the art while Deborah was busy in the kitchen.
When she heard Deborah opening the wine, Melissa walked over to the couch. She stood in front of the couch hesitantly, wondering if she was supposed to arrange her skirt, so she sat with bare buttocks on the leather, or if that rule only applied to stools.
Deborah brought in two full wine glasses and paused, puzzled to find Melissa staring at the couch. Melissa explained her quandary. Deborah laughed and set down the wine glasses. Then she reached down and pulled her t-shirt off over her head, revealing her naked breasts. Reaching down again, she casually unsnapped and unzipped her fatigues, letting them fall away. She stepped away from the pile of clothing, smooth and naked. Picking up her wine glass and sitting down, she announced, “Problem solved.”
Melissa grinned and started to undress as well. She asked, “so is it a pretty universal rule, that people in kink don’t wear underwear?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I usually wear underwear at work, unless Michael tells me not to on a particular day. I’d guess that most subs don’t wear underwear at home, or around their Masters when they’re out with them. Certainly not at a kink event. It’s kind of about being available to your Master, whenever he, or she, wants you.”
Melissa finished undressing by pulling her blouse over her head and laying it on a chair with the rest of her clothes. She paused for a moment, “Can I ask another question?”
Deborah made a welcoming gesture and replied, “Shoot.”
“Um, how is it that you’re so smooth down below? Erik too. I mean, no razor stubble, no dark hairs under the skin?”
“Laser hair removal. It’s all gone, never to come back.”
“Oh. Does it hurt?”
“Less than a Brazilian hair wax every month.”
“I’d believe that! I did a Brazilian once. Fucking ow!”
“Yeah, though if you find somebody who knows what they’re doing, it’s not so bad.” Deborah patted the sofa next to her. “Grab your wine, Come sit down.”
Melissa complied, but when she sat down, she complained, “Whoa! That’s cold.”
“Snuggle in, sissy.”
Melissa pouted, “Ha!” but she did scoot over and let Deborah wrap an arm around her. Melissa teased her by protesting, “You just wanted to see my nipples pop out.”
Deborah teased, “Are you sure it’s just the cold leather that’s responsible?” She reached and stroked one of Melissa’s nipples. Caught by surprise, Melissa gasped. As Deborah’s fingers drifted past Melissa’s suddenly sensitive nipple, Melissa tried her best to repress a shudder.
Deborah smiled knowingly, “See what I mean?”
They both laughed and stopped to sip their wine. Melissa gathered her courage and asked, “Okay, so what is it that suddenly has turned the idea of making out with another woman into something that’s… I don’t know… acceptable? I mean, I don’t think it’s like I’ve gone all lesbo. When I fantasize, it’s still men, at least mostly. And when my fantasy involves a woman, it’s generally because a man is part of it. But the whole girl-girl thing has gone from something that’s sort of yucky/scary to, well, something that’s fun, like for a distraction, or for friendship, or… I don’t know.”
Deborah looked thoughtful, and took a slow sip of her wine. “I’m not sure. I definitely prefer men too, but I guess I’ve always been open to enjoying women also. As I’ve started thinking more about having children, I’ve even wondered if a long-term relationship with a woman might make sense. Michael’s wonderful, but like I told you, he was clear from the start that he doesn’t want any more kids.”
Deborah paused again, lost in thought. Then she looked over at Melissa, “But that wasn’t really your question. You’re wondering about what a lot of people in the kink world call polyamory. I’m pretty sure it’s more common among women than men, but it’s pretty widespread, no matter how you measure it.
Deborah continued, “It’s as though when you take the constraints off of what’s normal sex,” she made quotation marks in the air with her fingers, “then the sharper boundaries between gay versus straight go a little fuzzy, especially for women. There’s only one or two women in kink that I know who’ve never tried both – and that’s okay. Everyone respects it. But the more typical is at least a little back and forth, or more likely, both together.”
Deborah seemed to debate with herself a moment, then asked, “Have you ever had two men at once? One in front and one behind?”
Melissa felt herself blushing. “No. I… ah… no.”
“But you have had a man from behind?”
“Well, two at once, front and back, can be really awesome. You feel so full, especially if they’re both decent sized. Of course, if you’re at a party, and you’re showing off, you can take a third guy all the way in your mouth, but then it’s a lot harder to have your own orgasm, trying to manage all three simultaneously. But around a group, taking three guys deep inside like that, it’s guaranteed to get everyone there turned on.”
“Sounds like there’s some pretty wild parties in the kink world.”
“Ha! That’s on the vanilla side for some parties, but yeah, when kinksters get together, weird stuff can happen. Well… weird, but it’s not like people forget about safe, sane, and consensual. On the other hand, if a vanilla person walked in, I’m sure they’d be freaking.”
Melissa thought back to some of the things she had already done with Erik and Serena. She nodded agreement. “Yeah looks different from the inside than the outside. That’s for sure. Feels different too.”
Deborah set down her wine glass and swung herself over to straddle Melissa. Then she bent forward to nuzzle Melissa’s neck. “And how are you feeling, lover girl?”
Melissa sank back in the couch, letting her head fall back to expose more of her neck to Deborah’s kisses and probing tongue. “I’m feeling pretty hot and bothered. And awfully horny.” Deborah laughed quietly, then shifted forward to nuzzle Melissa’s ear, but Melissa grunted a little in protest. Deborah, pulled away, looking uncertain. Melissa explained, “Sorry, my bladder’s a little full. Can I take a quick potty break without ruining the mood?”
Deborah settled back to sit on Melissa’s knees. “Sure, but why waste the opportunity? Want to try pee play?”
Melissa looked up at Deborah a little wide-eyed with fear, then looked away, embarrassed at her reaction, afraid she had offended her friend again by a negative reaction to her kink. Determined to make amends and to put her prudish fears behind her, Melissa looked back up at Deborah and said, “Sure, sounds like it’s worth trying.”
Deborah smiled back. “Thanks for being willing.” She took a deep breath, then said, “So, it’ll probably be hard for you at first… to let go of your bladder in front of someone else. Girls don’t do that growing up like boys do, you know, in public bathrooms and out in the woods and stuff.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure that I could just, like squat down here and, um, pee all over your floor, even though I’ve got to go really badly.”
“Well, it’s good that you’ve got to go. That makes it easier. Tell you what, do you want me to start?”
“Right here okay? On you?”
“Uh… sure. I guess so.”
Deborah’s face relaxed into an inward focus as a stream of yellow urine shot out of her smooth labia and splashed over Melissa’s lap. Melissa was fascinated by the sight of the other woman’s pee raining down on her. The stream was surprisingly warm.
Deborah lifted her hips to direct her flow over Melissa’s belly and breasts. The look of contentment on Deborah’s face told Melissa that she was really enjoying what she was doing. Even though the smell was off-putting, Melissa discovered that she didn’t mind the feeling of the other woman’s warmth flowing over her. Trying to show Deborah that she appreciated it, Melissa cupped her own breasts, lifting them up to get peed on, in turn, tweaking her nipples under the rushing stream.
Finally, Deborah’s flow subsided and stopped. She sat back down on Melissa’s knees and bent over to lick the droplets of urine off Melissa’s nipples. Melissa watched, a little shocked.
Deborah lifted her head up to Melissa, within kissing distance, and asked, “May I?” To answer her, Melissa leaned forward to join their lips. Deborah pressed her back down against the couch in a long passionate kiss, their tongues quickly intertwining. Melissa did her best to ignore the saltier taste of Deborah and to simply enjoy the eroticism of the moment and the kiss.
It seemed clear to Melissa that the act of peeing on her had really turned on Deborah. Melissa found herself responding, becoming excited and aroused by having been the instrument of Deborah’s enjoyment. In turn, Melissa realized that her rising enthusiasm was definitely feeding Deborah’s response. The other woman was squirming back and forth, making desperate mewing sounds as they continued to kiss.
Melissa reached up with her hand, cupping Deborah’s damp mound, sliding her hand around it. Deborah whimpered, leaning forward, her head falling away from their kiss to rest against Melissa’s shoulder.
With that encouragement, Melissa slid a finger inside Deborah, pulling upwards against the softness inside, pressing behind the clitoris, massaging back and forth. Melissa knew that she was wonderfully sensitive in that part of her vagina and wondered if other women were too. Deborah’s reaction proved that, at least, she was. Deborah ground herself down against Melissa’s hand, very quickly shuddering and groaning her way through what clearly an entirely satisfying orgasm.
When she finished, Deborah collapsed against Melissa, trapping Melissa’s hand between their bodies, with her finger still inside. Using her free hand, Melissa reached up and combed Deborah’s hair, which had flown wildly. Much of the thick dark hair had wound up strewn across Melissa’s face. As she stroked Deborah’s hair out of her way, Melissa gazed absently at an abstract sculpture across the room, bemused to find herself willingly sitting in a puddle of another woman’s pee, while that woman recovered from an orgasm that she had delivered. She decided that the summer was turning out far stranger than she had ever imagined when she accepted Erik’s offer to be his sex slave.
The reality was different in so many ways from her fantasies and fears. Instead of terrifying abusers, everyone she had met seemed remarkably kind and thoughtful, with the exception, she reminded herself, of Mistress Amy.
Even though Melissa couldn’t ever imagine playing with pee as being something she would actively seek out, the reality of her experience with Deborah wasn’t nearly what she had feared. She quirked lips in a sardonic smile, knowing that her positive reaction was simply further evidence of her submissive nature. She found that facing up to her profound desire to be used for someone else’s pleasure was simultaneously unsettling and freeing.
Deborah shifted on top of her, snuggling in tighter. The change in pressure suddenly reminded her of her own desperate need to pee. She squirmed a little, trying to shift the weight that was now pressing down on her full bladder. “Uh, Deborah? Sorry to rush you, but I’ve really got to get up and go to the bathroom.”
“Uhh, oh yeah, sorry.” Deborah rolled off her.
Melissa groaned in relief at the lessening of pressure. She rocked forward to get up but found herself suddenly restrained as Deborah threw an arm up across her.
More awake now, Deborah chastised her, “Not so fast, pretty lady. It’s your turn.”
Melissa’s eyes flew wide open, “I… I couldn’t possibly pee on you. I mean, that’s got to be something I’d work up to. It’s just too… different from…”
Deborah laughed, “Okay silly.” She pushed Melissa back against the sofa cushions and lifted up one of Melissa’s knees, so her foot was resting on the seat cushion. Deborah slid off the couch to kneel in front of Melissa. “All you have to do is relax and let loose.”
Melissa felt trapped and a little panicky. “I… I don’t think I…”
Deborah reached up, taking Melissa’s left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Without warning, she pinched hard.
Melissa tried to pull away. “Ouch, that hurts!”
Deborah let go, “Yeah, but you’re peeing.”
Startled, Melissa looked down to see a stream of yellow emerging from her and splashing against Deborah’s torso. Her flow quickly dribbled to a stop as she unconsciously clamped down in embarrassment. With a malicious smile, Deborah reached back for her breast. Melissa started to pull away again, but realized that Deborah had pulled back. Melissa looked down to see that her stream of pee had restarted.
Deborah coaxed her, “Relax. Let it flow.”
Melissa tried, but her stream was already diminishing as embarrassment took hold. Deborah threatened, “Do I need to pinch again?”
“No!” Melissa squeaked quickly, amazed that her flow restarted almost immediately. This time, she concentrated on staying relaxed and was rewarded by a steady stream. Emboldened, she shifted slightly left and right, splashing urine across both of Deborah’s breasts. Deborah laughed, then dipped her head to let Melissa’s pee fill her mouth to overflowing. Then Deborah lifted her head back up and spat a thin stream of urine back out, playing over Melissa’s breasts.
She was simultaneously amazed that the liquid felt so warm and that it was possible for peeing to be playful. As her flow finally tapered off, Melissa held up her hands to ward off any further pinches from Deborah. “That’s all. Really, I don’t have anymore. Empty. Dry. Done.”
“Alright, alright, I believe you. But remember the trick is to use a bit of pain to distract yourself when you’re too embarrassed.”
“Ah, yeah, but not to be a drag or anything… and even though that was sort of fun and all… but I don’t think I’ll be looking to make playing with piss a significant part of my… kink.”
Deborah grinned, “Not a problem. Everyone gets to find their own kinky path. But hey, you tried it, and who knows, maybe someday Erik will command you to pee, maybe even in front of other people. He knows Michael is into golden showers. If Michael comes over for dinner some night, Erik might just order you to climb up on the table and pee on Michael’s dessert, just for fun. He likes to show off his control over a slave; all doms do.”
“Just saying… it’ll be good to know how to get past your embarrassment. And, if Michael ever does come over, make sure to drink a lot of water.”
“Gosh, thanks. That’ll be something to look forward to.”
“I thought you actually had some fun here.”
“Uh yeah, not so much that. It’s just the idea of going through the whole night with a full bladder, just in case.”
Deborah giggled, “Poor thing. That’s the life of a submissive for you.”
“Our’s is but to serve.”
“And, in your case, get beaten for it.”
“Ah, the rewards of service.”
Deborah looked thoughtful for a moment, then added, “Actually, if you ever sunbathe out on the patio naked when Erik’s out there, try lifting up a knee like you just did and peeing. As you’re pissing all over his Adirondack lounger, you can bat your eyes at Erik and say, ‘Oh, I’ve been a bad little girl.’ That’ll pretty much guarantee a punishment.”
Melissa nodded thoughtfully. “That’s worth considering, although…”
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I mean, given all this.” Melissa waved her hand at the puddles on the couch and floor. “This afternoon, Erik and I had a really intense session, sort of spur of the moment. It was my time off, after all. Anyway, when I finally came, you know, orgasmed… I must have peed. I had drunk three glasses of ice tea at lunch, and he had me leaned across his desk. But I got his rug all wet. Thank God he didn’t freak or anything.”
“Erik’s good that way. I suspect he was more amused than anything. But don’t worry, he’s kind of like you with piss play. He’ll do it if he’s with a friend who’s into it, or sometimes just for the hell of it, but he’s not big time into it.”
“Anyway,” Deborah continued as she stood up, “let’s clean up in here and get ourselves washed off.” She walked over to a cabinet, leaving wet footprints on the stone. After taking some towels and a spray bottle out of the cabinet, she returned to mop up. Melissa got up to help. Once most of the urine was soaked up by the towels, Deborah sprayed all around with the spray bottle.
“This is an enzyme solution,” she explained. “It breaks down the urea. Helps get rid of the smell.”
Deborah pointed down a hall leading off the living room. “My room is through there. Why don’t you get the shower warmed up? I’ll finish up in here and throw this in the washer. Then I’ll join you.”
“Okay.” Melissa turned away, discovering she suddenly felt sheepish, standing naked in Deborah’s apartment, still smelling of urine. As she walked toward Deborah’s bedroom, she wondered if the other woman was watching her. Melissa hoped that she looked attractive from behind. Walking down the hall, she deliberately let her hips sway a bit. She found herself wondering if their shower would be followed by more sex. She walked through Deborah’s bedroom to the bathroom, a little spooked to realize that she hoped it would.
“After all,” she justified to herself, “I didn’t get to have an orgasm, yet. Well, tonight. Not counting this afternoon. That was a nice one, well two. Or this morning. Twice… also… dear God, I’m turning into such a slut.” She giggled as she turned on the water in the shower.