Sunday, December 21, 2008

Another Amazing Pee Scene

It's amazing how getting peed on affects me. It's a bit bizarre. And by bizarre I mean wonderful.

This kitty went to a play party last night at a private home. The woman has an amazing dungeon, with a suspension pit, medical scene room that looks just like a doctor's exam room, and marble wet room.

It's a great space and great people were there, but just way too many. The dungeon was hot and humid and packed. I felt a bit overwhelmed and way too overheated, in a bad way. So my mood started to fall. A lot of people were bailing and I even considered taking off. I did find an empty place to hide for a while and try and rally.

Then, as I was walking through the dungeon one of the presenters for the evening mentioned how much she loves peeing on dirty little sluts. I was like ohhhhh. Then she said that people kept telling her about this citi kittie that likes to be peed on, and who is this citi kittie? It's good to have friends!

I almost fell over before I could say that I was this citi kittie. She smiled and began to tell me how much she enjoys watching her pee hit a little slut's skin and land in his mouth.

Immediately I felt a jolt go through me. My mood changed, I was excited, turned on, focused. It was amazing to me how I went from feeling down and thinking about leaving or at least hiding in a corner to feeling so good.

She told me she'd find me later, when she needed to pee.

I spent the next few hours flirting and kissing, riding my improved mood.

Then she found me and said she had to pee. My heart started racing. We did a quick negotiation of where she would pee; really anywhere except in my mouth. Also, she wanted me to beg for her pee. She said it turned her on more for the person to beg for it. I was willing to oblige ; )

She suggested I strip and I did, in the middle of the dungeon. We went into the wet room and she stripped. She was fairly thin with small boobies and an infectious smile that lit up when she talked about peeing on me. She wore a black Hermes dress that came off quickly. God she was hot. And she was going to pee on me!

She was telling me how excited she was to pee on a naughty slut girl and how she wanted to wash me off when she was done.

I laid down on the bench and asked her to squat over me. She was smiling and calling me a naughty girl, telling me what a hard, throbbing clit I had. I had shaved before the party (of course) and she said she was excited to pee all over my smooth skin.

She was writhing and swinging her hips while I laid under her. I was shaking all over now, begging for her pee. I used to think I shook all while getting peed on because I was in a cold tub, or a cold bathroom. The dungeon, while cooler, was still very warm, and the marble bench was warm as well. No, this was my body shaking in excitement.

Then she let go and peed all over my chest and stomach. She had a landing strip and her pussy opened just a bit as her stream of yellow pee shot out. It flared about, splashing on me, and a bit on her thighs.

She called me a naughty, dirty girl and said I needed her pee to clean me. I just said yes, yes, yes. She peed and peed while I begged for me.

After, I was so hard and turned on, I had to jerk off. She watched, telling me my clit was hard and my pussy was throbbing. I told her what a naughty girl I was and rubbed her pee all over myself. I also smelled it on my fingers, strong, her fluids so close to my face. I came as she smiled down at me.

Then she showered off and showered me off.

And I was flying. Totally high. In a completely different head space than I had been earlier.

And I was just talking away. Even as I was chatting part of my brain was thinking that I was talking too much, but I couldn't stop myself. I was just blah, blah, blah. Like a little kid that gets excited and starts telling the new person all about, well, anything!

We finished showering and kissed. I thanked her probably a million times.

Back in the dungeon my Mistress, my Miss, and my boyfriend were all sitting on the floor chatting with friends. They all stared at me and I did a little happy dance. Literally dancing and wiggling in excitement. As the climax to the 1812 Overture played. Yeah, it was an odd mix for a dungeon, but strangely fitting for that moment in my life. My partners just smiled at me, understanding that this is just one of those things that really get me going.

I flew the rest of the night and had a difficult time sleeping.

Now it's about 12 hours later and I'm still flying. It's really amazing how mood-altering getting peed on is for me.

I need to do this more often!

1 comment:

Wendy Blackheart said...

You do realize that you're fascination with, and writing about pee, has piqued my interest in pee? Hehehe.