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Piss Shy, Part Twelve

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 devised the clever and totally mean plan of pitting WRM and I against each other with a little bit of impact play. He started by holding her still, kissing her as he let me hit her ass with a tool that looked like a lot of skewers bundled together.

While I was beating her with it, I got a little cheeky and scolded her for not cutting her nails. “We’ve been out, what, three times?” I reprimanded, “and still – still – you keep your nails that long. You need to clip your fucking nails.”

Of course, I was significantly less cheeky about it once Flint was holding me still while I cried into his chest as WRM beat me. I felt absolutely awful for hitting WRM with it once I knew how much it hurt, but she had been such a sport about it while I was a big baby about taking half of what I’d given her. 

Then, Flint had WRM pin me back down while he aggressively rubbed my g-spot and clit. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push back the oncoming orgasm with just about any neutral, unsexy thought I could summon. “I can’t,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to drink piss, please.”

“You’d better drink a lot of water beforehand,” Macy said from the corner. 

As hard as I tried to hold off, I came. Hard. Flint didn’t relent, continuing to assault my clit and g-spot with his fingers while WRM held me still. “Hey, think you’ll get another tally for each time?” He asked jovially. He wrenched another orgasm out of me before I pleaded with him to stop, my pussy was far too sensitive and tender to continue. 

WRM let me go and I rolled over onto my belly, covering my face with my hands. I started to cry, overwhelmed by the idea that I was probably halfway to drinking a cup of my own urine, hating that I’d secretly enjoyed every second that led up to this, that I even liked the fact that I was facing these consequences. 

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“Rain on The Morning Bird’s Throat”
Philadelphia, Pa 2014 

Corwin Prescott – Nicole Vaunt – Anastasia Arteyeva

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Piss Shy, Part Eleven

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.

Thankfully, my pussy got sore from the hitachi before I came, so I spared myself the consequences of that. The blindfold came off and went on Lida, who laid down on the towel. Flint put the hitachi on her clit and I ended up holding her hand with one hand while texting Sir with the other to check in and let him know that I had managed to hold off cumming.

It kind of reminded me of that story of how Mozart wrote music with one hand while holding his wife’s during labor with the other. Give me credit here. Texting one-handed is hard. 

Lida’s got a hair-trigger as far as cumming goes, so she was launched into this spell of basically rolling orgasms rather quickly. She’s a cute little tiny girl, and she becomes a mess of little pouts and whines when she starts cumming. It’s kind of the cutest thing ever. 

“Macy,” Flint said, taking the hitachi off of Lida’s clit, “go take Lida into the corner and have her teach you how to make her cum.” As the two retreated into the corner, Flint pointed between WRM and I, “and you two, over here.” He gestured to the couch.

I looked over my shoulder to see Macy busily burying her face into Lida’s pussy before joining WRM and Flint over at the couch. 

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Piss Shy, Part Ten

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.

We moved back into the living room and Lida and I mercifully got a little break after the degradation in the bathroom. Flint pulled the blindfold over Macy’s eyes and had her lie down, while I helped Lida and WRM hold her still as Flint spanked her pussy. The slaps were so hard that her skin rippled, but she took the whole ordeal like a trooper. She even handled him hitting her with a toy that looked like the antenna on a car from the 90s.

Afterwards, Flint had me lie back down while the other girls held me. “You ever hear of a hitachi?” he asked as the blindfold went on. I groaned an affirmative and he laughed. “You know what it is, then?”

“Hell,” I replied with a huff. “This isn’t fair, I’m not allowed to cum.”

I heard Flint plug the hitachi in and felt its end push up against my pussy. “Well, then don’t.” He switched it on and I gritted my teeth, breathing hard and trying to keep myself under control.

I’ve never had a hitachi pushed up against my pussy before without panties or stockings to act as a buffer, and I soon discovered that I am entirely too sensitive for it. I kept arching up and away from it, exclaiming that it was just entirely too much. To add to the discomfort, WRM shoved some of her fingers into my pussy. She’s got long nails, which just do not work with fingering at all (I don’t know how the girls in lesbian porn do it). Overall, the whole ordeal was profoundly awful, so I guess I didn’t have to worry about cumming. 

That is, until Flint took charge of the situation once WRM withdrew her fingers and, thankfully, the hitachi was removed from my pussy. “Macy, come here,” I heard him say, “Learning experience.” I felt his fingers – they were large enough that I figured they weren’t Macy’s – slip into my pussy, which was still sore from WRM’s nails. “Here’s how to make a girl cum.”

My eyes widened under the blindfold and I tried to squirm away, “no! I can’t!”

“Now, take two fingers and try to find the spongy part right up in the back,” he explained calmly, didactically, totally ignoring my protests. I whined as I felt his fingers brush my g-spot. He patted my pubis almost clinically, “it should be right here but on the inside." 

His fingers slipped out of me and I felt Macy’s slip in in their place. Lida and WRM held me down while Flint took a cold water bottle and rolled it over my body. The low temperature almost burned, and the condensation left in its wake made my skin incredibly sensitive as he started slapping it.

"You’re a whore, you know that?” Flint said as he grabbed my throat, choking me while Macy ground her fingers into my g-spot. “You met these people, what, a week ago? Do you know anybody’s last name here?”

“N…no,” I stammered out as he let go of my throat. Something in me snapped out of the seriousness of the situation, and I started laughing. I didn’t know anybody’s last name, and I absolutely loved that. The whole situation was absurd, preposterous. I’d thrown myself into the belly of the beast, finally attended a play party in my new city, and suddenly I was involved in a fivesome (orgy?) with four people I’d just met. “I’m a whore,” I said between laughs, “I’m a whore.”

Flint grabbed hold of my throat once more, which pulled me back into the situation. Macy ground my g-spot harder, and I lurched forward as I felt a splash from the bottle of cold water being dumped onto my chest. I gasped loudly and Flint slapped my breast, the cold water intensifying the pain of the hit.

I forget what I said now, but it was something super sassy towards Flint. Suddenly, I felt pain tearing through my chest and upper rib, and I though that Flint had hit me with the bottle. Turns out, he just slapped me a little harder. Regardless, I curled up, groaning in pain. “You asshole. You’re a jerk.”

“Glad you figured it out,” Flint rolled me back into position on the towel and I felt the hitachi being applied to my pussy again. “Now, I don’t care that you’re not allowed to cum. You’re here to entertain us and we’re going to make you cum.”

“I’ll get in trouble!” I argued, arching off of the hitachi.

Flint applied pressure to my hips, holding me down. “Good.”

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This Saturday’s selfie comes with a little story. Simply:

  • Flint gave me this bruise and owww.
  • I accidentally left my phone charger at Macy’s place.
  • Flint and a friend of his met me in town yesterday to return it to me.
  • I pulled my dress down in public to show him this bruise. His friend probably didn’t see (whew) and I’m not dwelling on it if he actually did (nooope).

While the flashing was not caught on film, here’s the bruise. And my nipple.

Piss Shy, Part Nine

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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.

I went to rush out of the bathroom when Flint ushered the group back in, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. Lida slipped out of her pants and underwear, stepping into the bathtub and squatting down. 

Now, tumblr. I’ve seen some shit. I’ve watched a dick the size of my forearm get stepped on like a bug, that guy from my frat has tricked me into watching a prolapse porn (EUGH), an anon on here once sent me a 10 second video of himself jerking off that ended with him whispering, “I love you” (OH MY GOD IT WAS AWFUL AND IF ANYONE EVER DOES IT AGAIN I WILL RIP YOU TO SHREDS.) But, nothing was more “oh my gosh I can’t look but I can’t look away and I don’t know how I feel about this but I think I might like it” than watching Lida pee into the bathtub, wipe herself with her hand, and then lick her hand clean. 

Back in the living room, Lida, WRM and I held down a blindfolded Macy while Flint repeatedly slapped her pussy. All things considered, she took it like a champ.

“So, what’d you think of that?” Flint asked, “in the bathroom with Lida. She hasn’t used a toilet since, what, Christmas?” Lida blushed and looked down at her hands.

I shook my head and chuckled, “I’ve gotta walk that off.”

Piss Shy, Part Eight

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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 reached under my armpits and hauled me up to my feet, leading me into the bathroom. He sat me down on the toilet and guided my hand over to the toilet paper. I sat, waiting for him to leave, until I realized he was still standing there. 

“I can’t do that with you here,” I said, tugging the blindfold off of my eyes. WRM walked into the doorway and I threw my hands over my eyes, “oh my gosh, everyone get out and close the door. I don’t need an audience.”

“Actually, I think you do,” Flint replied, leaning out the door and calling Lida and Macy inside. 

It took me forever to be able to urinate in front of Sir. At first, he had to stand by the sink and look away. Then, he had to stand in front of me while I looked away from him. Then, he had to hold my chin and look in my eyes until eventually I was finally comfortable enough to do it. But it was a whole process. A process that wasn’t about to be circumvented in front of a whole audience. 

“I can’t,” I insisted. 

Flint shrugged, “well, you’re going to have to.” He stepped out for a moment and I stared anxiously at the group in the doorway, but my fear peaked when he returned with a box of black latex gloves.

Yeah, apparently they make black ones, go figure.

He snapped the glove onto his hand and knelt down in front of me. “You’ve got to the count of ten or I am going to go down there and make you.”

I gazed back over to the girls in hope of some sort of clemency, but found none. “Can…can we turn on the water and talk about oceans?" 

WRM reached for the faucet. Flint raised his hand. "Don’t turn it on.”

I bit my lower lip and looked at my feet. “Can everybody just leave the room for a minute?”

“Nope,” Flint replied and placed his bare hand on my stomach, applying pressure to my bladder. He brought the gloved hand just below my clitoris. “So, what I’m going to do here is massage the clitoral -”

“I know what you’re doing!” I shrieked over his explanation.

“ – to essentially force the urine out of you. And you’ve got ten seconds to do it yourself or I’m doing it for you." Flint smirked, "remember your safe words?" 

I nodded, "yeah, yellow and red.”

“And?” He asked, ensuring I was actually still game and consenting to what was about to go down.

Part of me wanted to call it off right then, but part of me liked the tension of it, how absolutely nervous I was. I enjoyed the catch 22: I needed to relax to get myself out of the situation, but there was no possible way that this sort of situation would enable me to relax. The closer I got to the bottom of the countdown, the more tense I became. And as much as I despised the total violation of him forcing me to urinate, I would be lying if I didn’t say I couldn’t close my eyes right now and still picture myself in that bathroom, seeing the smirk on his face, and revisiting that swelling nervousness with at least a remote feeling of arousal.

“I have to pee,” Lida said.

“Good!” I exclaimed, “good! Let her go first.”

“Lida doesn’t pee in the toilet, silly,” Flint replied, not leaving me any time to contemplate what that meant before adding, “now, come on.” He resumed counting and I squeezed my eyes shut, begging every last inch of my urinary system to just cooperate. When he reached the end of the countdown, Flint rose to his feet and removed the glove, patting my cheek. “Next time, you’re going to be expected to do it. Or I will go down there and I will absolutely do it for you. Are we clear?” I nodded and he ushered the girls out.

The second the last set of feet left the bathroom, I was finally able to urinate. 

“It happened!” I exclaimed, “floodgates are open." 

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Flint called from the living room.

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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. 

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Piss Shy, Part Six

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.

“Come here,” WRM said when the video had ended, motioning for me to move closer to the couch. I crawled over before sitting back up and resting my hands on my knees. However, my arms were forced over my head as WRM pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Look at this,” she murmured, her mouth curling into a grin as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of my bra. “Did you wear this special for us?”

“I…no…” I blushed. “Just wore it because I can’t get away with not wearing a bra with this shirt.”

WRM grinned harder. “If it’s not special, it comes off.” I pulled my bra off and set it aside. Flint reached forward and grabbed my arm, tugging me up so I was up on my knees. WRM unzipped my skirt as Flint hauled me up to my feet, and soon I found myself naked in the middle of the room. 

With a hand in my hair, WRM tugged me back down to my knees and kissed me deeply. “Two fingers in your pussy, right now,” Flint said. “You’ve got three chances to get yourself wet enough that when you pull your fingers apart, you’ve got a string between them.” The combination of him counting down and the eyes on me inevitably made me fail. 

“So,” Flint began as Lida emerged from the shower. He grabbed a towel and laid it down on the floor. “Anybody into group stuff? Getting used by a group, getting thrown into a group blindfolded, all that stuff?” Gingerly, I raised my hand.

WRM chuckled, “oh, Ivy loves blindfolds.”

“Yeah?” Flint asked, “now, why didn’t I know that?”

The rest panned out like a bunch of vignettes, blurry around the edges, my heartbeat thumping in my ears. Flint put the blindfold on me and had me lie down. Then, there were hands, fingers. WRM was between my legs, biting my thighs and making me jump and whine. Besides that, I couldn’t tell who was doing what.

“Now, hold her down so I can tickle her,” I heard Flint say.

Fucker.

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Piss Shy, Part Five

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.

WRM arrived and greeted me with a kiss before settling onto the couch. I sat down in the floor in front of her and she leaned down and kissed me, placing her hands on my shoulders and scratching her nails over my back. 

Flint’s primary, Lida, showed up soon after in a sweatshirt and a pair of lycra workout pants. He sent her off to the shower, telling her to come back in her bra, her panties and the pants. While she was washing off, Flint told Macy to show WRM a video she’d made of her. Apparently she was drinking…something.

Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what it was. 

“Look at her,” Flint said to me as we watched Macy sit beside WRM, showing her the video. She was actually watching along – which I give her major credit for, because I’d be hiding behind my hands in two seconds. “Look at her face.”

I chuckled nervously, “yeah. That’s contrition." 

"Should be,” Flint replied, sitting down on WRM’s other side, “what she did was disgusting. Do you want to watch?”

I shook my head, blushing.

“Why not?” Flint asked.

“I like to be excluded,” I replied. 

He smirked, pointing next to the television. “Go kneel over there,” he ordered. “Hands behind your head.” I moved over and got myself into position. “Legs wider,” he said, and I adjusted. 

Making sure my posture was straight, I watched the three of them: Macy’s face a little pale from the humiliation, WRM smirking with the sort of amusement that indicated that she was both glad and a little jealous that the girl in the video wasn’t her, Flint somewhere between smug and proud. 

Piss Shy, Part Four

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Flint pulled out a key and pushed the door open, letting me in. His partner, Macy, was sitting on the couch in a dress and a shawl, watching television. “Nice dress,” Flint said as he stepped inside, “take the shawl off and get on the floor." Macy slipped the shawl from her shoulders and slid onto the floor, folding her legs beneath her.

"How’s it going?” I asked, setting my purse down. “Could I use your bathroom?” Macy pointed. My head was a mess of nervousness and excitement, to the point that I had forgotten I was even wearing shoes and attempted to cross the living room. 

Flint swung an arm out and cut me off while I was walking, catching me in the gut and knocking the air out of my chest. “Take your shoes off,” he ordered. I stumbled out of my shoes before dashing into the bathroom.

Once I was out, Flint grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. He leaned down to kiss me, and I had to struggle to my toes to kiss him back. Pulling back, he slapped my face and told me to go sit down on the couch and wait for WRM and his primary to arrive.

I sat down on the couch, clapping my hands on my knees and smiling nervously at Macy down on the floor. I’d met Macy once before, at the first munch, but I hadn’t realized how young she was. I was envious, confessedly, remembering where I was at eighteen and seeing how uninhibited she was about doing the things that excited her. She’s also just striking as hell, with gorgeous hair and sharp cheekbones. 

“You’re cute,” Macy said.

I shook my head. “Sheesh, me? Thanks.” Flint sat down and put an arm around me. “I didn’t realize – you’re just a baby." 

Looking down at Macy, I couldn’t help but remind myself that this girl was five years younger than me. It had been five years since I’d first started even remotely acknowledging what I’d wanted, and I’d been at a significantly different place at eighteen. I was scared and reticent, just beginning to understand that I was allowed to ask for the things that made me feel free.

Still, it had been a long five years.