Page 92 of Black Light: Cured

someone that wasn’t in our scene. But with the look of intent blazing in Master Aiden’s eyes, there’s

no way he’d allow me the time to serve him in this way.

From out of the shadows, I watch as Master Garreth slinks in behind us. To his credit, he’s doing

his best to stay out of sight, where he can watch without being a looming presence, but I still see him.

Prickles of awareness explode over my skin as I finally realize just how many people will be able to

watch the things he does to me.

It usually doesn’t matter since my play has never included anything really intimate. My underwear

stayed on, and everything remained at a surface level. Like BDSM tapotement, a percussive technique

similar to what I’d do to my own clients, only I’d restrict my movements to areas that didn’t include

the ass.

Mind whirring a mile a minute, it takes me a moment to realize that we’ve stopped right in front of

the co-ed locker area. I’ve actually never been in there before, but now Master Aiden is prodding me

along, shoving me into the brightly lit space where players mill about, watching an intense

watersports scene.

Never in my life have I kink shamed, and I’m not planning on starting now, but the actions in the

center of the room don’t appeal to me at all. In fact, the very idea of pee getting on me, even a drop, is

enough to make me nearly gag. I’m glad others can enjoy that particular fetish, but it’s certainly not

something on my list.

Pulling me to the side, Master Aiden steps in front of me, blocking the view. It does nothing to

stop the soft moans that bounce about, flooding my brain. “I’m not going to pee on you, if that’s why

your face is so pale, but I am going to ask for a urine sample.” He places the back of his hand against

my forehead and cheeks, a mischievous smirk tilting the corners of his lips. “You look rather ill, so I

plan on examining every inch of you just to make sure you’re okay.”

It’s the wink after that allows me to take a deep breath. That is one aspect of piss play I think I can

manage. Before I can play along, Master Aiden crouches down, rummaging through the bag before

pulling out a simple hospital gown.

“Bra and panties off.” His harsh voice rasps against my skin, drowning out the other activities in

the room.

Even Master Garreth easing his way inside the locker room doesn’t bother me. Right now, it’s

only Master Aiden and me. Nothing else is allowed to intrude. Reaching behind, I fumble with the bra