Thanks so much to everyone who got in touch regarding our first watersports post in early March, which confirmed how much interest there is amongst subs on this subject. Here solipsist picks up the story about a week after the events of Part 1.***
"Mistress160 was working 600 miles away. Our first watersports story took place during one of my visits. This second story occurred at the end of that week, as I was due to fly home...
"As I was getting ready to leave - nervously wondering if airport security would notice the white stockings, garter belt and panties underneath my jeans - Mistress handed me a film canister 3/4 full with liquid. I knew without asking was pee. She said "I want you to keep this in your shirt pocket. And make sure you keep your cellphone on - I may want to give you instructions."
"We said goodbye at the airport, and as the plane took off I was conscious of the bulge in my top pocket, and buzzing slightly with anticipation. I worked on my laptop until the battery ran out, but when I took out my book to read I became aware of a slightly damp feeling on my chest. Oops - the change in cabin pressure had popped the lid of the film canister off! I blushed, and quickly felt under my sweater to put the lid back on securely. For the next 20 minutes I sat on the crowded plane, aware that my shirt was damp with pee, convinced (as you are in these situations) that everyone around me was catching a faint whiff of the odour...
"After landing, I switched my phone on as I headed towards baggage collection. The phone beeped to tell me that I had a text message. It read: "take 1 small sip, hold in mouth for 1 min then swallow. Do not rinse yr mouth for 5 min, then call." I stopped right there on the causeway and took out the canister; I had lost maybe a quarter of the liquid in the spill on the plane. I took a sip, noticing that after taking it the canister was about 1/2 full.
"I held the urine in my mouth as instructed, aware of its salty sour flavour, but only after swallowing did I really get the scent of it permeating my nostrils, and triggering similar intense emotions as experienced in our play earlier in the week. I was still definitely in sub-space when I called Her from the baggage carousel and told Her that I had done as She had instructed.
"When I told her about the spill on the plane She laughed and said "I knew that was going to happen - I tested that out with some water last time I flew! Aren't you lucky you didn't lose it all ?" "Yes Ma'am," I said, thinking this was a surreal conversation to be having in a crowded airport.
"She asked me how much I had left, and told me to take smaller sips next time because She wanted it to last. The next leg of my journey was to take a short train ride to the bus station in the city, and She told me to take a sip when the train pulled in, and to keep it in my mouth without swallowing until I got off the train at Central.
"I then caught the 6pm Greyhound bus, and called Her just as the bus was leaving the city. She asked whether the bus was crowded and whether I had people around me -- the answer was no. She told me that when the bus was about half an hour from home I was to take a sip from the canister, and then masturbate for 5 minutes exactly, coming to the edge of orgasm just at the end of the 5 minutes. When the time came, the lights were out in all the seats near mine, so I turned out my reading light, unbuttoned my jeans and started to stroke.
"I was more turned on than I thought I was, and by the 3 minute mark I was having to be careful not to come to the edge too quickly. At the 4 minute mark I was just at the edge, and having to try to stroke very carefully and stay just on the edge of orgasm. But it was no good. Before the clock ticked over to the end of the 5th minute, I knew that an orgasm was approaching and that I had to stop. I tried tensing my muscles, concentrating on waterfalls, running streams, differential equations, anything to stop from coming. I hung on for about 20 seconds I think, but finally I couldn't hold it any longer and I started to cum. I held my zipper closed to stop from making a mess, but contraction after contraction filled my panties with cum.
"After I arrived home I called and told Mistress160 what had happened, and She laughed. As punishment for coming I went to work the next day wearing the same panties and trousers... what happened to the remaining 1/4 of the canister is another story ..."
(to be continued in Part 3. Thank you to solipsist)
(top photo: Ms160)
(top photo: Ms160)
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