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"Sorry, I can wait."
"Here, drink some water," she said, handing him the glass. He took a sip. "Aw, you can drink more than that," she insisted. He took another sip. "Let's get some more." Using the rope tied to his balls as a leash, she pulled him into the kitchen, ran the water, and filled up his glass. The sound of the rushing water added to his need to pee. She smiled when he squirmed. "Problem?"
"I really have to go," he admitted.
"Bad?" she asked, leaving the water run.
He nodded.
She handed him the glass, told him drink again. As he sipped at the water, she opened his freezer, removed a couple ice cubes, and tossed them inside the glass. Pulling his leash, she led him back into his living room. "I'll need your h
elp with this position," she said. She had him lay on the ground, curl up, and put his knees over his head as if he was stuck half through a somersault. "Perfect!" she told him, patting his butt. Making it easier on him, she had him rest his back against the front of his couch. While the position was awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. Moving the chair near his head, she lashed his knees to it, locking him into the position. Smiling, she patted the underside of his balls. "Comfy?"
"Not really," he said, worried she was going to leave him like this.
"Aw, but this is so fun," she said, working the toy from his ass. Heading back to the table, she returned with a long, slender dildo and more lube. Applying a bit of the lube to the toy, she poked it inside his upturned ass. "See? Isn't this fun?"
Derrick didn't reply. His cock was hard, pointing directly at his face, and he still needed to pee. She poked the toy up and down, as if churning butter. "C'mon, admit that you like this." When he wouldn't she frowned. "Bet I can spank you like this, too." She got up, fetched her paddle, and gave his tender ass a few smacks. "Is that better?"
"No Mistress."
"But isn't this what you wanted? You said you wanted to be controlled, didn't you?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Used. Humiliated. Abused?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Tied up, ignored, or whatever else I choose to do, right?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Still need to pee?"
"Yes Mistress."
"How bad?" she asked, picking up the glass of ice water and laying it against the bottom of his ball sac.
"Bad," he said, forcing himself to hold back the flow.
"Then go ahead," she said, a wide, evil grin on her face.
Derrick fought the urge inside his body, regretting everything. If he peed now, he would pee on his face and his carpeting. His safe word came to mind and moved to his lips. "Um...." he said, stopping before he said anything more.
"Yes?" she asked, looking as delighted now as ever. "Did I break you already?" She moved the glass around his balls, teasing him with its cool wetness. She splash some of the water in his face. From the kitchen, he could still hear the water running at the faucet. "Maybe this helps instead?" she asked, grabbing his cock and stroking it. "If you cum in your face, then maybe I'll untie you before you pee on yourself."
Derrick wished it was that easy, but that bridge has been crossed by his body. His need was to release his bladder, not his nut sac. "Please Mistress," he begged.
"Your safe word is 'umbrella,'" she reminded him. "Say it and I untie you. Say it and all this ends."
Derrick moaned. He wouldn't say it. He couldn't. She wasn't going to win. "Fuck you," he said.
"Oh, wrong answer," she said, pouring the ice cold water over him. The ice cubes bounced off his face as the water splashed against him. She laughed. "I'm very patient," she said. Setting the glass aside, she began pulling off her clothes. Naked, she straddled him. "All this talk about peeing makes me need to do it." Picking up the glass, she held it between her legs and released her bladder. He watched the glass fill with her pee. He listened to the splash it made.
It was too much for him. He peed, splashing his face with the warm, wet stream. The warm piss splashed against his mouth and up his nose. When he gasped for air, it went in his mouth. Unable to stop, slow, or control the flow, it went in his eyes, hair, and when he tried to turn his head away from it, in his ears. Worse was when it was going up his nose, forcing him to gasp for air and spit it from his mouth. His stream eased until the last weak bit of his need sprayed on his neck and chest. Laughing, Terri turned over her glass and poured her pee on top of him, too.
Her deft fingers undid the bonds around his knees. She allowed him to uncurl, but kept him laying on the wet carpet. Her hands guided him as he kept his eyes shut from the pee on his face. She had him turn, lay flat, and felt her kneeling over his head. He peeked, seeing her straddling his head. "Open your mouth," she said, pressing her pussy against his face. "Oops, a bit more," she said, spraying a last, short stream of her piss into his mouth before rubbing against his face. Laying in a puddle of piss, he ate her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit and bare pussy lips as his cock throbbed with a different need. Humbled, embarrassed, wet, and feeling dirty, he still felt the lust for an orgasm that only she could allow. Laughing and squealing, she came. "Damn, Mr. Mac, you're good at that!"
