Dr. Stone Asks to Piss on Sue Stone's Face

Karla's pussy hovered above the Invisible Woman's face. It was the closest that Sue Storm had ever been to another woman's cunny. Her eyes made out the little bumps of the hair follicles on the plump labia, shaven but still present. The slim pink lips, the slightly engorged clitoris that merged into the swell of the mons. A single glistening drop hung on the bottom of that slit, and as Dr. Stone spread her labia with her fingers to show the bright salmon pink inner flesh, Sue watched that drop slide down and hang pregnant, less than a foot from the heroine's lips.

"Animals mark their territory in different ways," the psychiatrist said, her breasts heaving, body oddly tense. Sue Storm couldn't see her face. The heroine's gaze was locked on the splayed cunt in front of her. "Commonly, urine is used to tell others what is theirs. It is a primal act—but also a highly significant one. There is a fascinating...psychology...to the practice of urinating on someone. For many, it is seen as an act of defilement, degradation. But for those who accept their submissive nature it can also be seen as...highly symbolic. A baptism, of sorts."

Sue Storm swallowed hard. Her nipples ached. Body tensed. Eyes locked on that clear quivering drop, which fell and splashed against her chin—and then the heroine looked up, above the entrance to Karla's hole, to the small divot that was the urethra.

The Invisible Woman had two children. She had been pissed on many times before. Yet this felt—different. Exciting.

"I want you to answer me honestly," Dr. Stone said, her voice tight with carefully controlled emotion. "Do you want me to piss on you? If you say no, it is fine. You may not be ready to embrace that level of submission yet. But if you say yes—I will not be gentle. And I will mark you as mine."

The bound woman's heart hammered in her breast. This was insane. Erotic. Disgusting. A part of her screamed to tell Dr. Stone where she could stick her piss, imagined plugging that urethra with an invisible seal, or...

...or I could say yes, Sue thought, an idea that would never have occurred to her before this moment. I could surrender, embrace this. And see where it leads me. After all, it's not like I've never been pissed on before. How bad could it be?

For a long moment, Sue hesitated. Then she came to a decision.