Urinal

Cassie is drinking your piss. Today she's chosen the morning option, and you're about halfway through your first pee of the day. Her mouth is full of the acrid, yellow fluid. You are taking a short break, as the previous instructions directed you to occasionally have her hold it for a period of time.

"Swallow," you finally tell her, and she gulps it down. It no longer seems to faze her in the slightest. She hasn't made a face or spit afterwards in more than a week.

"Cassie..." you start.

Her mouth is already open and you are peeing more, so she can't respond.

"I've been thinking," you say.

She rolls her eyes at you, but you can tell she doesn't seriously mean it.

After another command of "swallow", you are done. She leans forward and sucks out the last few drops, then she stands up and turns on the shower.

"More fantasies?" she asks.

"Well, yes," you start. "They are rather ****, though... but I would like to at least share them with you. I have no expectation of them coming true."

She turns. "Wash my back," she says. "And tell me. You know me, I can handle it. I love to hear your fantasies, and they've certainly transformed our sex life already..."

You decide to give her all the conditions in one long monologue. Maybe this will break the streak. "I love pissing in your mouth so much! It excites me a lot. Only, I wish it wasn't always in the shower. And I wish, well, peeing is a kind of free feeling, and I wish I felt free to just do it any time. So what I fantasize about is that, whenever I have to go, you come and drink it. But -- and this is important -- I wouldn't have to get up or do anything. Like if I said, 'I need to pee', you would come over, unzip my pants, drink it, and zip me up. Also, you know how insecure I feel about my pissing obsession. So, it would be nice if you could play with yourself while doing it; and if afterward, you would thank me. But other than the thank you, we wouldn't talk about it at all. We'd just completely ignore it and carry on."

"Wow," she said. "That's a lot to take in."

She thought for a moment.

"I get where you're coming from, especially the thank you. That would help your insecurity, wouldn't it?"

Don't try to be reasonable!

"Yes," you reply.

"And the freedom aspect... that makes sense to me too. It is very freeing to pee, isn't it? As for the other aspects, I don't know. Like you not having to do anything? Or me thanking you? That's a bit demeaning, isn't it?"

"I guess so," you say. "But you're right, it's too degrading. I would never want you to..."

"I'll do it."

"What? Why?"

"You've clearly thought a lot about this, and it's a big deal to you. I'm already drinking a bit, and I guess drinking more wouldn't be so hard. Thanking you is a bit demeaning, but since we wouldn't really be talking about it later, I guess it's just an isolated bit of roleplay. I can definitely handle that, to make you happy. And since I'd be tasting it a lot more, I guess I could get off whenever I want!"

She had really internalized the previous rules well.

She continues. "I do have a some questions, though."

"What are those?"

"If I'm doing all the work, and we're not talking, how will I know to swallow?"

"I thought you could just put my cock directly in your mouth, so there would also be no mess."

"Makes sense!" she said.

"You said you had more than one question...?"

"What about work? Or if I'm out and you're home alone? And do I have to get off when I play with myself? And can we really never talk about it? That seems really restrictive."

The web site, as usual, had thought of everything. "Work doesn't count," you reply easily. "But if you're out, I would go in a bottle for you to drink later. You don't have to get off, though you can if you like, as long as you don't spill. We can talk about it, but not during the act or shortly after -- only after some time has passed."

"Ugh!" she said. "Drinking from a bottle sounds so gross. I can't imagine liking that."

"You can say no," you say. "I have no expectations..."

"... but I'll give it a try. Maybe piss is like gin and tastes better cold!"

After your discussion, you go to the kitchen for a glass of water. Now that the pee won't be visible on the cameras, the blackmailer had come up with another scheme to ensure compliance. You have to drink a certain number of glasses of water per hour that you are at home, and you're forbidden to use the restroom to pee.

It's less than an hour until you are ready to go again. The instructions gave you a list of scenarios to check off, so you're careful to choose one of them. You go into the living room, sit in your chair, and pick up a book. Cassie is reading a book on the couch.

Trying to be quiet about it, you spread your legs and slouch a little. After a minute or two, you say clearly, "I have to pee".

Cassie looks up. She sees how you are sitting, and you see the realization pass across her face. Maybe she will still say no.

She does not. She wordlessly gets up and walks to you, then kneels between your legs. She doesn't look at your face, but instead looks down at your crotch. She reaches up and unzips your zipper.

You can feel your cock growing, but you will it to stop. It can't be allowed to interfere, no matter how exciting this is. Oh God, this has started to be exciting. When did that happen?

She gingerly pulls down your pants and underwear, and then leans in and takes your cock into her mouth. She forms a seal around the base of your shaft and then simply waits patiently.

You look down at her, but her attention remains focused on your navel. With an exhalation, you start to piss. Cassie was waiting for it, and is not surprised. You can feel her tongue move on the underside of your cock as she swallows, and you can hear her gulp as the piss goes down. At first, you release your flow slowly, but as you see she is keeping up, you gradually relax more until you are peeing at full volume.

Remembering the instructions, you ignore her and rest the spine of your book on her head. You pretend to read while she gulps and gulps, drinking all of your urine.

Finally, you are done. You lift your book and Cassie sucks hard to get the last of the piss out. She's remembered the rule about cleaning, which you hadn't. She pulls your pants back up, zips them. Then she quietly says, "Thank you for letting me drink your piss," and goes back to her book as though nothing happened.