Eight Days in a Binding Contract

I’m hydrated again, then I’m left to ponder my existence. I concentrate on listening to the great music of the 70’s, & 80’s blaring in my ears, doing all I can to stay awake as I know there is still an electro bullet in my butt. My pondering is an extended one, maybe an hour? Again, solitude is interrupted abruptly. Something slightly heavy feels like it has been laid across my face. Very little of my lips are exposed but what is now feels wet. And my breathing is immediately labored. I stick out my tongue through the gag and it meets something. I suck hard to breathe. I get a touch of wetness in my mouth and minimal air. Waterboarding! Another thing in the contract that never occurred to me would really be executed.

OK, some side information. This is something, when playing at home, I have tried. Never when being bound, but when soaking in the tub while have relations with myself I have with a soaked washcloth done it to myself. I’m an aquatics guy, not afraid of having my face in the water, who actual found this stimulation not horrifyingly frightful like those you see bound and waterboarded in porn videos. I’m going to handle this, I think.

I keep sucking at the cloth not at all concerned, when I realize that what I am breathing in, the moisture that is penetrating my mouth, isn’t water. What is it? My nose is picking up a scent. Combined there is an instant realization. Piss. It all came back to me in a flash, the jerk collected my pee twice today. It’s cold, he at least kept it refrigerated. Again, background, in my home playing, yes, I have tasted, dare I say drank my own pee. Like it? No. Manage it, yes. I will be able to get through this, but this won’t be my favorite memory of the week.

The rag is not over my mouth for long. Off for just long enough for it to be re-saturated and put over my opening again. A little harder sucking this time as the cloth must have more pee on it. I can taste it more. I suck hard to breath. I’m sure Sir Michael is seeing the cloth pull in and back out of the ring holding my mouth open to the abuse. It’s kept on longer this time but I’m in no trouble. It comes off and I know to fill my longs as best I can. Then it’s back on. Not sure how many times maybe six of seven. I’m still fine, still not liking the piss. Then I feel a balled-up cloth, wet with piss, being push through the ring and down into my mouth. Now I really taste the pee. I try to push it back out with my tongue, but I can’t. It must be being held. It’s in long enough till I’m close to needing a breath and it’s pulled out.  A few seconds later it back in. When it’s retracted this time, it is squeeze and drips of pee fall into my mouth. Enough that my swallow reflex occurs, and I swallow what is there. The rag must have been re-dipped in whatever container was holding my pee, as a get a second round of pee drips in my mouth. It’s a greater quantity this time and I swallow again.

Probably about thirty seconds go by when I feel something cold touching the side of my mouth and then a second or two later I have something, my pee, dribble into my mouth. My immediate and somewhat involuntary instinct is to close my mouth. I try hard, but obviously I can’t. There is now enough pee in my mouth that I must swallow or I’ll be in jeopardy. I do with some difficulty as with the gag in place and the dislike of the action, it requires voluntary mental participation in the process. More is still dribbling in. They must be pouring it directly from the cup. A short break, and the rag is back on my face. The rag seems a little drier this time around. I can suck a little more air through it like the first time. It is lifted up for a quick breath and laid back down again. As I am sucking through it, I feel something leaning against my face and then the sucking gets a little more difficult, then, as I suck I feel drips coming down. It takes a few seconds, but I can sense somethings different. Something tastes different, but similar. No, it can’t be. No, no, no. I think this is somebody else’s pee. Are they pouring from a container or is someone pissing on me, make that in me? It is enough that after about 15 seconds I swallow and more comes and I swallow again. My sucking is getting harder and faster as I am running out of air. This time I am push to my limit by the time the rag is pulled away. As soon as it is I suck in air and swallow, not sure which happen first and I call out a very gargled “Yellow”

Well, remember the rules for Yellow are: “The Safe word “Yellow” will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the Submissive is close to his limit of endurance for the action(s) being administered and needs the Dominant to ease up, alter, and/or stop the specific activity, but not end the session or release the Submissive from his bondage.” So, with a yellow called, this session itself was not stopped, simply altered. The rag has been removed. Maybe a minute passed when I again felt something pressing against the side of my face and pushing against my gag. Then there was something resting just inside the ring. And then a short squirt of piss was discharged into my mouth. More than a dribble, but not a lot. A dick was pissing into my mouth. I certainly have had bondage abuse fantasies of this, but I never thought it would really happen to me and didn’t want it to. Again, it was on the list I had sent back that was now included in the contract, but there were lots of things on the list that I didn’t think Sir Michael would be willing to do. I was wrong. Not knowing what else I could do, there wasn’t anything else I could do, I swallowed another man’s piss. Again, a first for me.

But it wasn’t over. Another, controlled squirt, not too much, easy to handle, less than a sip, but I am now moving into a revulsion mode of the thought and didn’t want to do this. I was going to call out yellow again, but I had to swallow first. And then I felt something else that drew my attention away for a moment. Something or someone else was pressing against the other side of my face. Now my mind instantly was switched to: there is someone else here, who are they, how long have they been here? Are these the guys from last night or someone new? Then my mind was pulled back to the present. I quickly learned why two were now leaning into me as two distinct piss squirts came into my mouth. Just for a few seconds, maybe more, maybe five seconds. Not strong streams, just heavy dribbles, but even with two light flows, my mouth was filling quickly. I initially resisted swallowing, so the pees were flowing down to the back of my throat and then filling back up over my tongue. I then felt both of them step back. I hope they are done, can’t see and can’t feel them. Surprise that it both started and ended with two of them so fast, I guess they were just establishing their dominance over me because likely if they wanted to, I could be drowning in piss about now. They had just discharged a small amount compared to what a bladder holds. My mind is racing, my mouth is probably a quarter full. With my inclined position none is dribbling out, I’m keeping my swallow reflex under control effectively keeping anything going down my throat, my tongue tries to push the piss out to no avail. This action just baths my taster in the pool. All I can do is swallow which I consciously do slowly, so I don’t choke. And down it goes. I have just drunk the pee of two people, three if you count me. I am not happy. I am not in a state of subservient euphoria, I am in a state of denial and repulsion. I now have a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. Not what you would call pleasant, not awful either. And the taste lingers. I am concerned that my stomach will revolt. It didn’t. And I lay here securely bound and mentally and physically exhausted. The mind is spinning. My mouth pain and head strain are back to my attention. I refocus, I concentrate on how I am bound, how complete it is and how good it feels to not be able to move at all. I like my helplessness in it, I think about my mouth being unable to close, the vulnerability of that, and the risk anyone could attack it and how that excites me. Then I connect that somebody did just that in a way that I had previously fantasized.  My disposition changes to acceptance then contentment sets in. Hey, I was just forced to take piss from two guys. Cool. Never want to do that again. I started thinking that maybe I should call an end to this session. But wait, something new is happening.