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	She wasn’t sure about it; it was something they had talked about, something that in her head was sexy and sensual, something that turned her on. The naughtiness of it appealed to her, but turning it into a reality was something different. Over the past few years Master had taught submissive the joy of peeing to please Him. She had found it difficult to do at first, but slowly over time Master had taught her to firstly pee on the toilet while he was in the room, then standing over the toilet while he watched, then progressing outdoors and even into the bedroom. She still got a pang of humiliation at allowing another to watch or even to touch her while she peed, but this was counterbalanced by the delicious overwhelming desire to submit. She knew that pleased her Master, it was a controlling aspect that had taken time and now Master was talking of taking it along in a different direction. Master wanted to pee on His submissive. In reality the thought scared her stiff. She was sure she would not be able to do it. The smell would make her sick even if she was able to physically submit to the deed. She had a weak stomach. Master had always joked that she would never be any good as a nurse, not even a kinky one. She really did have problems with anything dirty, dog dirt on a pavement would make her heave, talking about vomit or spitting had the same effect, but it was smells that affected her the most. She wanted to please. No it was more than wanting to please, she also wanted the experience. She imagined it and fantasised about it. These went along two different angles. The first was the one was where she was used by her Master as a urinal, forced to take his pee in her mouth. Covered in piss as he peed over her head, humiliating her, being her Masters toilet. To be told that she was worthless, only good to pee on. This was the fantasy that she did not want to become a reality. The other fantasy that she imagined was the fantasy that she hoped she may one day experience. It was Master close to her, telling her he loved her, and that it was his wish to pee on her, then feeling the warm pee falling on her body. The warmth from the pee, building up a warm and loving feeling within her. Master had talked about his desire to humiliate her by peeing on her. He wanted to see her submit to something she found difficult. He had urinated on his last play partner and enjoyed the feeling of power and the strange feeling that come over him as relived himself over her. It was like a calmness. He had not been able to explain the feeling to his submissive but that did not matter, this was all about power and her submitting to him. And so her training began. He started off by telling her to come into the bathroom and watch him urinate. This was fine from a distance as she could not smell it. She could see it and hear it; it was a strange feeling, embarrassment at watching another pee. It was also a turn on. Anything naughty seemed to be a turn on. Once Master felt she was good at watching from a distance he told her to knee by the toilet as he peed. This was much more difficult for her. She looked up into his eyes. She knew if the smell hit her she would gag. She saw no negotiation in his eyes and so she knelt by the toilet. She took a deep breath. Hoping the smell would not hit her, hoping she would not get splashed. Master started to pee. She wanted to close her eyes but was spellbound by the even stream of urine coming out of her Master. She watched until the last drips left his penis. She was shocked by her own reaction. She was horny as hell. She was fascinated by it, it was such a taboo thing to do and yet there she was, kneeling as he peed. He left her kneeling as he washed his hands, always looking at her watching her reaction. He could see she was turned on, he could see she had not reacted in the way she had thought she would. Master had been very careful in making sure his pee was fresh and so it would not have the strong smell she feared so much. The next step was for her to touch the flow as he peed. Again he was careful at choosing the right time and again she found it easy and rewarding, submitting to her Masters task. After each step they talked and repeated the experience until he decided she was ready to move onto the next. She did not know what the next step would be and she was keen for it to move on, yet at the same time she feared she would let her Master down. Master had played with his submissive, spanking and flogging her. He had clamped her nipples and tied her boobs until they had turned blue. Always kissing and caressing her, always letting her know how much he loved her. Finally he had mounted her and fucked her long and hard. Turning her over to take her from behind he had pushed her head deep into the pillows keeping the air from her lungs allowing her to breathe by pulling her head back with handfuls of hair. She gasped and panted, yelling and moaning as he kept on fucking her. Her body was aglow with the heat of the play, her nipples cried out for the nipple clamps to be removed and yet her juices flowed out of her. He flung her over like a rag doll pulling her legs up onto his shoulders and he thrust deep inside her. He took hold of the chain between the nipple clamps and pulled gently on them. She flung her head back, her body arching as her orgasm swept across her body. As he felt her reaction he pulled hard and the nipple clamps snapped off and his own orgasm pumped into her pulsating, sodden, cunt. They cuddled up together, their bodies covered in sweat, their passion and desires satisfied. As Master recovered, he pulled his still dreamy submissive to her feet. “Time for a shower you slag, you are such a tart, look at how wet you have got the bed.” She smiled into his eyes. She loved him calling her names during sex. Again it was naughty and she knew she was loved and the names were just part of how they enjoyed their kinky sexual games. Master opened the door to the shower and submissive stepped in without a second thought. Master stepped in beside her. Still she did not think anything of it as they often showered together. It was only when he pushed her body onto the cold tiled wall of the shower and kissed her passionately that she started to wonder what was happening. Was he going to fuck her again? “You are such a whore, such a slag you don’t deserve to be cleaned with water. All you are good for is my pee” Before submissive could object she felt the warm flow of her Master piss flowing down her legs. She gasped and moved closer as warmth and the submission engulfed her. She sobbed on his shoulder “Thank you Master” It was the first time, but it would not be the last.

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