Tracy The Piss Whore AKA The Potty Nightmare
I've never done it. I don't intend to. I don't judge it either. If I were with someone who was into it I would certainly try it. To me the big thing about it is how forbidden it is.
However, recently I started having fantasies about such things. I wonder why and what it means?
I wrote up part of my fantasy in a SRP. Let me find that, refresh my memory so to speak. Ah yes it was in a thread elsewhere named Erotic Encounters.
The funny thing about this thread it that the other person wanted me to be as real and as me as possible. He always wanted to know what I was really thinking during sex. When I'd tell him he'd be classically horrified and think I needed psychiatric help. LOL!
(Please keep in mind I enjoy thinking of my fantasies as wrong or taboo though I no longer truly consider them bad.)
Anyway this is sort of two tiered. Gwen is my character who is "being trained" by Sir. He is making her do certain things and relate her fantasies, which are in fact mine. If you understand all that then I hope you read on and enjoy:
Gwen nodded and tried to concentrate. She gave Sir a little smile.
"Um, okay well, I like to be on my back for this?" Her voice and manner asked the question. Sir gave her a little smile she took as agreement. She pulled one of the pool lounge cushions down and with Sir's help, she lay down with the vibrating dildo still inside her small hole.
She showed him how to put the other dildo in, fortunately she was already plenty wet or it would have been much more difficult. For a small girl like her, this thing was pretty big. She demonstrated for a moment the rough way she liked to use it best. She did not turn the vibration on the shaft but she did on the little outside branch.
Sir still had to keep the dildo from sliding out of her tight ass at the same time he worked the Rabbit in her vagina. He began to notice the more the "ear" hit and rubbed her clit the more she moved. Yet if the ears were merely kept pressed there, she was able to keep her eyes opened more easily and didn't seem as excited.
She tried to tell him what she liked but seemed reluctant to say what she didn't. It was as if she didn't want him to perceive any negativity from her. She explained what she liked though in clear but soft terms. She just couldn't always say why. The why was usually just because it felt good to her.
Gwen tried to explain that she felt like she was strange and did not represent a good template for women in general. Some women she had heard were far more sensitive about their clit and other body parts than she. Gwen explained.
Then she did something really hard. She asked Sir if she could please just stop talking and close her eyes. She wanted to do that so she could come. By this time she was nearly crazed with need. Thankfully Sir let her do this.
It didn't take long for her mind and body to work together with the toys and Sir. She came hard after all that build up. Gwen cried a little she was so relieved, not just because she came but because she didn't want to fail Sir.
When she was done and able to talk again. She wanted to get dressed but Sir wouldn't let her. He wanted her to tell him what she had thought about when she kept her eyes closed.
So spread out under the night sky with toys still inside her but turned off. She turned red.
The candles in the water behind them glowed and bobbed. Gwen felt like she were really being stripped bare.
"Sir I thought really shameful things. Lately, I've been creating a worst fantasy than ever before. I think it started when I found a terrible story that aroused me at a web site. I was absolutely horrified at first, but it excited me too. I even went back to read it again but couldn't find it again. So I began to make up my own with some of the same elements."
Gwen really wanted to close her body and cover it now. She felt so ashamed.
"I'm a young girl in it. My Daddy, well he really isn't my real Papa of course but some crude fellow with little or no sophistication. I don't have a Mama in it. Anyway, I am his slave. He mostly doesn't let me dress at all. No one knows I even exist, you see."
She pauses and tries to smile.
"Let me say right now I do not want to do any of this that I am about to tell you about in real life. Do not want to do it, really. Please hear me on that?" Her chin trembled. Sir nodded but his brows were up, as if to say, get on with it already. She worried that he was getting impatient with her. Maybe he thought she was stalling.
"Okay." She took a deep breath, feeling her own fluids trickle out of her, his come still on her face along with tears. She felt a perfect mess. Gwen wanted to sink into the ground.
He calls and tells me to put on my shortest shirt and skimpiest top. He tells me not to wear any underclothes. I am also to drink six bottles of water but forbidden to take a piss or eat until he comes home. He tells me to clean up the house, make a party platter of sandwiches, make dip, put out chips and put all the beer in the fridge. He says to make sure I am clean shaved and ready for whatever he says.
So I do all these things. When he gets home he looks around and tells me I did fine then inspects me. He puts me over his lap and spanks me just because, then tells me to go to the bedroom and not come out until he says so.
Soon I hear others coming and this is the first time that has ever happened, it makes me scared. I don't want to see others like this. With a red bottom and no underwear. I hear at least six men are out there now. Finally he calls me to come.
"Now this is my daughter." He says smiling in the mean little way of his. "Her name is Slut. Bend over and show em your ass, slut.
I don't want to, he sees the hesitation and is on me in a flash, grabbing my throat. Making me do what he wants. Making wonder as I often do if I will live through this or not.
"Look at her would ya?" I can feel their eyes on me and I hate it but I can't do anything about it.
"I can hit that any time I want to. As you can see from the color there I already have tonight." He laughs. He lights a cigarette and tells me to crawl to the kitchen and bring another bottle of water. I bring it in my mouth like a dog. He tells me to drink it.
This makes me cringe. I am already about to burst and have to piss bad. So what can I do? I drink it.
He says, "Now how much water have you had today?"
"Seven bottles." I say. He slaps me hard across the face.
"Seven bottles Sir." I repeat after him quickly.
"How many should you drink to be healthy slut?"
"Eight bottles Sir."
"Right! Go get another one."
He looks at his friends and smiles while I crawl off. When I come back he just looks at me. I know what to do. I drink it down. I can't hold still I have to pee so bad. He laughs.
"Now how many times have you been to the pisser today slut?"
"None Sir." I say hopeful that he is finally going to let me go.
"Ashtray." He snaps. I open my mouth and he taps his ash in it. A tear rolls down my face.
"Awww look at the little slut cry!" He says sarcastically. This makes me cry more. I swallow the damned stuff reluctantly, my stomach rolling.
"Footstool." He says. I go into position he smiles.
"Boys I think we can all agree I have her really well trained wouldn't you say so?" His feet are on my back now. This makes me have to go worse.
"Y'all wanna see her go? I start to shake my head in horror. I have done it for him but in front of all these guys? I can't imagine. His feet come off of me and I'm jerked up.
"No slut. I didn't ask you nothing did I? I will TELL you what I want to do and you Will do it!" My eyes go wide with real fear.
"Go get your potty slut."
I am like a beaten dog now. I go and get the thing he makes me use. When I come back he tells me to strip. My reluctance is extreme. They just watch and laugh. He tells me to sit down and pee.
I can't do it. He gets furious and calls me all sorts of things, then he pushes on my bladder and I involuntarily do piss a little. Now I am really afraid but I do get a good stream going. He smiles then says to stop. Just like that.
They start playing poker. He turns to me now and then. Tells me to start going. Then to stop. I'm like a toy. I don't know what will come next. I am embarrassed and disgusted. I don't want to know what comes next." Gwen finishes her story with her head and eyes down modestly as the rest of her is not allowed to be. She shakes a little. What will he think of me now? She wonders.
