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I stretch in bed, excited about a whole day with you, with nothing planned beyond some recreational shopping and time spent together.
Well, I should say that you have nothing planned.
Of course, I have something up my sleeve. You know nothing about it, but that's OK. I like surprises.
LOL!
The morning starts out rather normally. We shower and flirt and I tease you. I get a few mind-shattering orgasms from your talented mouth, and I make us a delicious breakfast.
We get dressed, and we're about to head out the door, when you say, "Oh, damn. Let me just pee first."
"Not so fast," I say.
You stop, confused.
"You've already peed as much as you're going to today, without my permission," I continue. "You are mine, and today, you are going to prove that to me.
"You, Mr Independent, are going to give me control over your bladder. Something you have controlled for yourself since you were three years old," I pause, "Do you understand?"
Your eyes have started to shine, and you reply, "Yes, my Queen."
"You are not allowed to piss at all today without my permission."
"Yes, my Queen."
It is quiet for a moment.
"Well?" I prompt.
"May I go to the bathroom, my Queen?" you ask.
"No. You'll have to wait."
"Yes, my Queen."
"Good boy! Let's go. And don't forget your iced coffee."
You smile a little, realizing the joke that is being played on you today, and grab your iced coffee as we head out the door.
After a few hours of roaming a shopping center, flirting and laughing and me trying on sexy dresses, we stop for lunch. We eat, chatting the entire time, and I suggest you drain your beer dry. You do as told, and I can see you squirming a bit in your seat.
Of course, that could just be because my bare foot is in your lap under the table, toying with you. Hard to say, really.
As we rise to leave, you ask, "May I go to the restroom, my Queen?"
"No, you may not, my Pet."
A pained look slides across your face, but you square your shoulders and follow me out into the sunny afternoon for some more shopping.
The afternoon is all about shoe shopping, and I require your assistance, getting the shoes for me, putting them on my feet. Bending down and getting back up puts a lot of pressure on your bladder, squeezing it over and over.
I keep accidentally brushing your cock with my bare foot as you assist me. I lean down and whisper in your ear how much I love owning you.
Twice more, you ask to go to the bathroom.
Twice more, you are denied.
As we head back to the car, it's late afternoon. Time to head home to shower and dress for dinner.
As you put my packages in the back, I push you up against the car and kiss you deeply, rubbing my body against yours, tangling my hand in your hair, and pulling you to me.
The pressure from your bladder is intense, and you flinch a bit away from me.
I press harder against you, and growl into our kiss, holding you in place.
My free hand slides down to grab your cock through your pants. I can feel a small dampness, like you are about to leak through both your shorts and your pants.
I grin, knowing all of this play has your excited enough to be releasing precum for me. I break the kiss, and wait for you to open my door for me.
The ride home is full of small talk, discussions about dinner, and lots of you squirming in your seat. My smile gets wider and wider, the closer we get to the house.
As we walk in, I don't let you more than two feet inside before I say, "I want you naked. Now."
You set down my bags and begin removing your clothing. Once you are totally stripped, you stand before me, dancing back and forth on each foot, trying to hold in your urine.
I laugh with glee. "It looks like you're doing the pee-pee dance! I love it! Make sure and hold on to your little wee-wee, just like you did as a child."
Your face shows your humiliation and a flash of arousal as your hand reaches down to cup your cock and balls.
I hold your eyes with mine, smiling, then suddenly you see my eyes change. They are not warm and teasing anymore. You can't read them, and you get a bit nervous.
My hand shoots out and grabs you by your hair. I drag you, stumbling and surprised after me, to the bathroom, pushing you in ahead of me.
"Kneel for me in the shower. And HOLD IT! If I see even one drop on that tile, I will be very unhappy," I warn.
"Yes, my Queen," you say, climbing gingerly into the shower, trying to make sure you don't even let one small piss droplet fall from your aching cock.
I turn my back to you, and begin undressing.
Slowly.
It feels like I am undressing more slowly than you have ever seen before. Stretching, taking one item off at a time...
Until I am finally naked.
And I step into the shower with you.
I stand over your kneeling form, then I bend down to examine the tile below you. You have a stream of precum falling to the tile, but I see no urine leakage.
"You are such a good boy," I purr into our ear, sending shudders through your body. "It won't be long now."
I stand back up and straddle your head.
"Keep holding it," I remind you.
Then I let go of my own bladder, my hot piss splashing all over you. Hot and wet. Running over your head and shoulders and trickling down your back.
It makes the need to pee fill your body like lava rises through a volcano. You know you are going to erupt soon, and there will be nothing you can do about it.
You pray that you can holdout long enough.
I can see you shuddering. I know how much you need this. To feel my ownership.
It seems to go on forever. Me just peeing and peeing and peeing on you.
And then, I finish and step back.
I reach a finger down under your chin, and tilt your head up, so you are looking into my eyes.
I wipe a trickle of urine off your forehead before it reaches your eye, and I hold your gaze for a small eternity.
"This day was for you," I say. "To feel owned. To feel cared for. To feel that physical representation of my hold on you. To know you give that willingly to me, over and over every day."
"Yes, my Queen," you answer.
Then, I say, “Good boy. Now, you may let go. You may make your mess right here, in the shower, like a puppy would.”
"Let go for me, my Pet."
You can feel the pleasure of peeing for me like a firestorm raging through your body.
You feel happiness at doing as I say.
You feel pride that you held it for me for so long.
You feel owned, deeply and completely.
You feel contented.
And finally, finally, you feel empty.
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