Story - "Drink my Pee!" F/M FemDom
Joe
"You look excited." Bob says.
"I am," Joe tells him. "Remember that lady I told you about at the
concert a couple weeks ago? The one I yelled at?"
"Yeah."
"She's my new boss."
"No shit?" Bob wondered at the coincidence. "How weird is that? Are
you two getting along? Does she know it was you?"
"Yeah she knows it was me." Joe said. "We're getting along perfectly."
"Even after you told her off in front of the entire audience? Wasn't
she still pissed?"
"First off: it wasn't the entire audience. We were out on the lawn
seats, on the side of the hill." Joe said.
"A few thousand people." Bob figured. "That's enough. I wouldn't want
to be embarrassed in front of anywhere near that many people."
"I guess you're right. But... I didn't really embarrass her like I
said. I embellished that a little."
"How much?"
"A lot." Joe said. "Actually she kicked my ass."
"What?" Bob was shocked. "What the hell are you telling me, Joe? You
got the shit kicked out of you in front of all those people? By a
broad?"
"Yeah." Joe said. "Basically."
"What the fuck is that about? How the hell could that happen?"
"I'm a wimp. You know that. I've never been in a fight in my life. The
only reason I ever opened my mouth to her was that it was a Big Bill
Hambone concert. You know how I love the blues. Big Bill is the
greatest. And this lady and her friend were talking all through it.
Going on about 'cute shoes' and pedicures and nail polish and stuff.
It galled the hell out of me. So at intermission I asked them both to
shut up.
"She stood up and slapped my ass down the hillside. I tried to run. I
tripped and she caught up to me. And ran my arm up my back, twisted,
liked cops do, and made me scream that I was her Sissy.
"Big Bill came on the mike and said, 'That boy done got his natural
born ass whipped. She done freaked his ass inside out.' The crowd
laughed their asses off. He said some more stuff as she led me off
behind the concession stand behind a row of trash bins.
"She knelt me down and relieved herself."
"She took a piss?"
"Yeah."
"Right there in front of you?"
"No."
"Not ON you?"
"No."
"Then where?" Bob was perplexed. "Did she piss up a rope or
something?"
"In me." Joe said.
"IN you?"
"Yeah."
"She pissed in your mouth?"
"Yeah."
"You let that cunt piss in you mouth?" Bob asked unbelieving.
"Yeah."
"How the hell could you possible do such a thing?" Bob asked. "You
actually swallowed?"
"Yeah."
"You DRANK her piss?"
"Yeah." Joe said. "I drank her piss. I swallowed. Alright? How many
times do I have to tell you? I'm not proud of it, but I did it. I
drank her piss."
Bob shrank back. Visible disgusted.
"You had to be there." Joe said. "It was like I was hypnotized. When
she was yelling at me in front of all those people and had me under
submission to her physically--- she had me pinned --- and I admitted
that I was a sissy--- HER Sissy--- and Big Bill my hero was dogging me
out and thousands of faces looked right at me and told me with one
collective look what a worthless punk I was, a sniveling little shit,
their eyes drilled me full of disgust, and I saw how they looked at
her and marveled. They adored her. I was her bitch. They all saw it. I
couldn't deny it. It all just crushed me. The humiliation. The
degradation. It got me at the gut level. She owned me. Indelibly.
Right there, right then there was no doubt that I was hers and I would
do whatever she wanted. There was no question about it.
"By the time we were alone, behind the wall of giant trash bins, I was
just grateful to be away from other people. I wanted to kiss her ass I
was so grateful to her for taking me somewhere private. I didn't care
that I was kneeling in slimy garbage. I wanted to grovel at her feet
and beg her forgiveness. I would have done anything she wanted at that
point. The relief was so powerful. So when she told me to kneel there
and drink her pee I did."
"Did you puke your guts out afterwards?" Bob asked, curious.
"No. It's not like you'd think. It's like warm vinegar or spicy cider.
At least hers is. Or was. She drank a few white wines that night. In
the morning, after she's had several latte's, you can taste the
caffeine and it has a coffee smell."
"WHAT?" Bob couldn't believe his ears. "You drank her piss again,
after that?"
"Well, since I started working for her she lets me drink her every
morning now."
Bob screwed up his face as if trying to focus. He looked around for a
hidden camera thinking this must be a reality TV bit, but it wasn't.
"Bob, it's not as bad as it seems. The night of the concert I got home
and went on the web and found out a lot of people drink pee. It's
medicinal. Whole cultures believe in it. It won't kill you."
"It won't kill me because I won't drink it." Bob said, flinching at
the thought of it. "Ugh"
"Well, I like it." Joe said.
"How can you let her do that to you?"
"She doesn't do it 'TO' me." Joe said. "I have to let her. We need to
be coordinated to make it go smooth. It feels so wonderful to
surrender to her flow and swallow it down without missing a drop.
"For the rest of the day I have her flavor in me. It clings to the
lining inside me. It soaks itself into me. I can taste her piss in me
and smell her piss fragrance in my nostrils for the rest of the day. A
unique part of her stays with me.
"I lied when I said I wasn't proud of it. Of drinking her. I am. It's
like a miracle that we came together. I worship her. You know, she
loves the blues. She took out her frustrations on me at the concert
because of her friend. Her friend was going through a tough time. Her
husband had just left her and she didn't want to spend Saturday night
alone. She surprised my boss with two lawn tickets to Big Bill's show.
"My boss gave up a front row seat. A single. She always goes alone
because none of her friends appreciate the blues like she does. But
out of loyalty to her friend she ate it and sat with her on the lawn.
"It was her friend that did all the talking. My boss said she's so
used to it she was able to tune her out and listen to Big Bill. Until
I got in their face she didn't realize anyone else noticed. Out of
loyalty to her friend and the frustration of giving up a prime seat,
she kicked my ass.
"She's beautiful. We go to her home and listen to blues all night
while I go down on her. Her collection is tremendous. I'm not worthy.
She's one of the few people that even heard of some of these blues
guys. And she's got their records. Rare stuff. I'm in heaven."
"And all you have to do is drink piss to stay there." Bob said with
disgust.
"No. I don't have to. She lets me. I'd lick her ass out if she wasn't
worried about cross contamination. I want to. I worship her.
"The first time I let her piss in me was the first time she ever did
that too. She said when she led me off the hill that night she didn't
have a thought of what to do with me. I looked so pathetic that she
didn't want to leave me there. Those people probably would have dumped
beer and garbage all over me. The thing is, she needed to pee so bad,
and the lady's room lines were forever, and she could see I was
willing. I'd do anything she wanted so she just did it. And SHE got a
big kick out of it. So when I offered to keep it up now that we work
together she was thrilled."
Bob didn't know what to say. What could he say?
"Remember," Bob continued, "When I said management let me have a front
row seat after I bitched at the loud-mouth lady? Out of appreciation
for helping out?"
"Yeah." Bob remembered. "I thought that was fishy."
"Yeah. I made that up. My boss gave me her front row seat. She still
had the ticket with her. Nobody down there knew what had gone on on
the lawn. Just that the crowd went crazy. They didn't know why. It was
the greatest show I've ever been to. I owe it all to her.