Watersports remain a topic of interest to many subs, but one that is rarely discussed. While "golden showers" / pee play rate the odd thread now and then, most commercial forums ban more serious posts or discussion of kinky toilet activities not only because of restrictions by payment processors but because the subject unsettles many kinksters. Several regular readers have asked whether I might post on my own experience of the subject. So here solipsist writes of our explorations, and how his deepest fantasies become reality.
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"For a long time I had been interested in adding "watersports" (specifically drinking Mistress160's pee) to our bdsm repertoire. I had tried dropping ever so subtle hints - so subtle, She says,they were almost nonexistent. Eventually we managed to communicate and She agreed this was something She wanted to try, too..."As an aside here, one difficulty I (and I think many other submissives) have in communicating our desires is that we want to be "forced" to do something that is taboo and unpleasant. If I could go to my Wife one morning and say "please Ma'am, may I drink your pee ?", then it wouldn't press my buttons. I want the delicious submissive cravings for a situation where She simply pushes me to my knees, says "now don't you dare spill a drop", and pisses in my mouth without me having a say in it at all. Of course in the real world this won't happen unless we talk about what my needs and desires are and how they fit in with Her needs and desires...
"The idea of providing 'toilet service' to my Mistress has been part of my fantasies for almost as long as I can remember, with origins probably reaching back to my almost pre-sexual submissive fantasies of childhood. How thoroughly degrading it would be to drink Her pee, to be Her toilet. How convenient it would be for Her if, on a cold winter's night, instead of having to get out of bed to take a pee, She could just wake me up and have me crawl under the sheets. Or in a dark, near-deserted cinema ... for me to crawl under Her skirt so she doesn't have to miss a minute of the film ... and then to sit with a bladder bursting, and having to ask (and be denied!) permission. Mmmm ... But all things need to begin somewhere ...
"Fantasizing about midnight 'service' under the covers may be well and good, but could turn into a very messy and uncomfortable night changing the bed and airing the mattress if it all goes wrong. We decided that taking a shower together (after She had consumed so many glasses of water that 'performance anxiety' wouldn't be a problem) would be the ideal place to start.
"One week in August we were staying in a house that had a shower almost big enough to lie down in, and I noticed in the morning that She was a little more bright-eyed than usual. We went in to shower together, and for five minutes or so we enjoyed the warm water, washed each other down with soap, and allowed the steam to build up enough that the room was warm and comfortable. Then She positioned herself so that the water was against her back, grabbed my arms and kissed me deeply, and then pushed me firmly down with a hand on the top of my head, until I was on my knees, with my face level with Her neatly trimmed pussy.
"She spread her legs slightly, and guided my mouth to Her crotch. Out of reflex, I extended my tongue and started to lick, but She stopped me with a tap on the back of my head. I waited while She concentrated, and after a minute or so, started to feel a hot, wet trickle start to hit the tip of my tongue. I had to bend my neck uncomfortably to get my mouth to the right place, but I stretched and pressed, and eventually managed to start drinking Her pee for the first time.
"I was prepared for the taste - bitter, even acrid, a little salty - but wasn't prepared for the way the aftertaste and more subtle scents fill your mouth and nose. Purely as a drink, you could perhaps treat this like cough medicine - it tastes bad but you can do it - but urine is not 'just a drink'. The subtle scents of it bring back memories of badly maintained public toilets, of squalid back alleys, and you are on your knees drinking it warm from the woman you love. Who is holding you to Her crotch with a hand pressed on the back of your head, as She pisses directly into your mouth. Realistically, I probably caught about 1/3 of her stream, some lost as I was finding the right angle, some as I struggled to swallow and catch it at the same time.
"It was powerful. It was profound. When She had finished, She cleaned us up under the shower spray for a few seconds, then turned off the water and helped me to my feet. I was too overcome to stand for a little while, and she had to wrap a towel around me and help me across the hall and into bed. Where we cuddled, and slowly recovered ... and where I found, when I entered her, that she was as wet as I was hard...".
(also published by solipsist on FetishLore.com)
(top photo: DeviantART)
(top photo: DeviantART)
