Piss Shy, Part Seven

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

Flint had the girls try to hold me down, but I was inevitably and usually able to throw them off from a combined force of the absolute distress of being tickled and the fact that I was thankfully stronger. It turned into a repeated process of the girls trying to hold me down, Flint tickling me, and me throwing them off and curling up into a ball until they succeeded in pinning me back down or Flint ordered me to hold still.

Eventually, Flint had Lida crawl up on top of me and kiss me while he beat her with something. As I was blindfolded, I couldn’t tell what. Lida kissed cutely, shyly. Her mouth was small and her lips pursed like a guppy’s. I reached up, running my hands over her back and shoulders, pulling her to me each time I felt her jump from the beating.

“Now come on, Ivy, you’re here to entertain us. Touch yourself,” Flint said as Lida climbed off of me. “And be careful. Your owner said you couldn’t cum." 

I laid back and rubbed my pussy, thankful for the blindfold that allowed me to at least pretend I wasn’t being watched by a roomful of people. Lida and Macy were still touching me, idly discussing things like lingerie and shopping. But, after a little while, I realized I had to use the bathroom.

"Hey, ah…WRM? Flint?” I called out.

“Not here,” Lida replied, “in the other room.”

“Well, can you get them?” I asked, “I…um…I have a pee.”

“Kind of scared to move,” Macy admitted, “we’re not supposed to…” She thought for a moment, “you can go over there, they’re just in the next room. Just, ah, crawl over.”

After banging my head on a corner, I managed to make my way to the door. I knocked on the door before hearing it swing open. 

“Yes?” Flint asked.

I bit my lip. “I…ah…I have to pee.”

And this was where the trouble started.