DOM SIR part 2

Author: Belle Dimond

He took a very long time in the shower and my nipples were aching every second. I heard him get out of the shower and dry off. Then I heard him unwrapping the complimentary plastic cups and filling them with water. I knew he would want me to drink the water and my bladder was already bursting.

He came back and laid down on the bed next to me. “Keep ’em shut,” he said, as if he sensed I was tempted to open my eyes. I felt his fingers flicking over my nipples, first one then the other. Then his tongue. Oh how maddening that was! He flicked his tongue so lightly, but so quickly over the ends that were sticking out between the nipple clamps. This made the clamps bounce around and renew the pain on my nipples, but his tongue felt so good and soothing!

Next he slipped his fingers under the crotch of my panties and began fingering me. I instinctively spread my legs for him and he said, “Ah, yeah!” and slipped to fingers into my hole, while massaging my clit with his thumb.

“MMMmmmm,” I said, feeling his thick, long fingers deep in my vagina.

“What’s the matter,” he asked.

“It feels good but…”

“But what?”

“But I need to pee and that puts pressure on my bladder, SIR” I said, meekly.

“Oh it does? That’s too bad.” He wanted to make me pee my pants. He knew I couldn’t hold it much longer and he relished the thought of humiliating me by making me pee my new white panties.

He removed his hands and guided me into a sitting position.

“Drink this,” he said, and handed me a cup of the water. I sniffed it quickly first, I really didn’t know this person and didn’t know if he perhaps had slipped something besides water into the cup. It was clearly water, though, and I drank it down.

“Now this one,” and he handed me the other cup.

Oh, I was so water-logged.

“Ok, get on your hands and knees.” I did and he got between my legs and moved the crotch of my panties aside again. “Spread your legs a little further.”

“Yes, SIR,” I said, and I did. I felt his finger enter my sopping hole, moving in and out, circling my clit and driving me crazy. Then he put a second finger in and began pushing against the walls of my vagina. I moaned when he found what he was looking for, he was pushing on my bladder!

He started fucking my hole so that his fingers wound up hitting against my bladder every time. I had to pee so bad but was resolved to hold it as long as I could. He stopped thrusting, with his fingers way inside me, and crossed his index finger over the top of his middle finger. He pushed hard and let the index finger slip off the middle finger to land hard against my bladder. I was moaning so loud while he did this, causing repeated, hard pressure on my bladder, which was full-to-bursting.

“Please SIR, that is putting so much pressure on my bladder!”

“That’s the idea,” he said, “do you need to pee?”

“Yes, please SIR,” I begged.

“Oh, I don’t think you are quite desperate enough yet.”

cont’d in Part III