I knock on her door. Butterflies in my stomach, my hands shaking, as I shift my weight side to side, the desperation building inside of me. Regretting all the water I drank before I got here. I have to go so bad. Why did I have to follow her piss play instructions so exactly?
Distracted by the tingling urges in my bladder, I don’t hear the door open. I look up and she’s suddenly right in front of me. “Come in, little one” she says so sweetly.
“Now tell me, did you do what Mommy instructed you to do?” I nod nervously, staring at the floor. I feel my face red hot, embarrassment washing over me. “Good girl,” she replies with a grin on her face.
“Why don’t you have a seat, right there, while I get you some water,” she points at a metal chair. I can see the sadistic glimmer in her eyes before she turns and walks away.
I sit down as a pit forms in my stomach. How much longer is she going to make me wait? How much more will she make me drink? My legs are shaking as I look around the room for a clue of where the bathroom might be.
I hear her walking back, my heart pounding in my chest. She hands me a glass of water.
“Drink up, darling”. A groan escapes from my mouth as I hesitantly put it to my lips and take a few gulps. The liquid making my brain send a jolt right to my bladder, causing it to contract. I squeeze my legs together and groan as I tense every muscle I can.
“Drink it all for me,” she commands as I finish the last bit. My bladder contracts again. This time, I feel a spurt of warmth slip out. I gasp and shove my hand between my legs.
Surprisingly, I stop any more from coming out. The pressure on my clit from my hand sends a wave of pleasure, distracting me from the discomfort of piss play for a brief moment.
“Aww what’s the matter? You really have to go, don’t you?” she says playfully. I nod as she approaches and takes the glass from my hand. I can’t bring myself to make eye contact… too embarrassed by my situation, entirely orchestrated by Mommy.
“I like to see you desperate for me,” she says. I’m squirming around in the chair, my breathing shaky as I try to keep from using my hands to hold my piss in. My arousal building as I become more and more desperate.
“You can’t sit still, can you?” she says as she slowly walks behind me, “Sit on your hands.” I do as she says and place them under my thighs. “Good girl. Keep them there. Now tell me, little one, how are you feeling?”
“I have to piss so bad, Mommy” I say shyly.
“Well you’re not allowed to piss until I tell you to.” She places her hands on my shoulders and I feel her move her face slowly near my ear. “Do you understand, little one?” she whispers.
Her words send a wave of pleasure through me. She runs her hands slowly down my chest, over my stomach until finally stopping at the waistband of my pants. My pussy throbbing with excitement as she gets closer to my most sensitive parts.
She plays with the waistband of my pants with her fingers. Suddenly, she presses down hard on my bladder. Caught off guard, I feel a big spurt of piss shoot out of me. I yelp and instinctively move my hands from under my thighs to try to get her to stop.
“Please, I can’t hold it!” I plead. She lets up as I squeeze my hands between my legs, hunched over trying to hold back the flood. I feel the wetness of piss on my hands… I leaked so much. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I whisper over and over to myself, trying to regain my composure.
“Move your hands. Let me see,” she demands. She walks around until she’s facing me. I carefully remove my hands and place them on my thighs. “Aw what happened? I see a big wet spot”.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” I say, embarrassed by my lack of control.
“Look at me, darling,” she says sweetly.
She pulls her skirt up, revealing her black panties. She climbs onto my lap, straddling me. Her weight is pressing down on me, making it harder to ignore my desperation to piss. “You may not be allowed to piss, but I can, right?” she says laughing.
She moves her panties to the side, showing her perfect pussy covered with a beautiful bush. She moans as she starts to piss on my lap. Her warmth soaking my pants covering the wet spot I had just made. Her stream stops for a moment.
“Give me your hand,” she takes my hand and places it on her wet pussy. I feel her piss stream shoot right into the palm of my hand, running down my arm, onto my lap, pooling underneath me and finally spilling onto the hardwood floor. I’m covered in her warmth.
I’m shaking as her golden shower makes me more and more desperate. Her warmth on me, urging my body to let go. I’m scared my body will betray me at any moment.
“Please Mommy! I can’t hold it much longer. Please let me go,” I plead.
“Mmm not just yet, little one,” she says as she takes my hand and guides it into my mouth so I can taste her golden nectar. I moan and close my eyes as I savor the taste of her on my tongue.
“It tastes good, doesn’t it? Mommy’s piss tastes so good. Oh, I can feel you shaking underneath me.” My eyes shoot open as she shoves her hand between my legs. I gasp in pleasure as the pressure of her hand stimulates my already swollen clit through my pants.
I feel a few drops of piss leak out of my hole as it throbs, begging me to relax and release all the liquid I’ve been holding inside. “I want you to piss right here, in front of me. Piss right on my hand, all over yourself.” I’d give anything for that relief, but I’m mortified to let go in her presence.
“I don’t think I can, Mommy,” I say, my voice trembling.
“Yes you can. Just relax. I know you want to.” I try to take a deep breath and unclench my muscles. Piss finally spurts out of me, against my pants. The warm liquid is flooding my pants and splashing onto the ground.
“It’s coming out, it’s coming out,” I mutter.
“There you go, darling. Make a piss mess for Mommy. Let it all go,” she says reassuringly. I moan at the sweet relief washing over me, the piss washing over both of us.
She puts her fingers, covered in my piss, into my mouth. She rubs it all over my face until I’m covered in a combination of our piss.
“Thank you, Mommy,” I manage to say as I’m overwhelmed by the bliss of this perfect moment.
“Good girl,” she replies.
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