Golden Showers
Do you want to come over to my place and pee on a guy? It was a typical Friday. Some of my friends are Pro Dommes or Dominatrices
However, in case you’ve been living under the proverbial rock, they are women who get paid to perform acts of Bondage, Domination, Discipline, Sadism and the like on clients. I occasionally join in on their fun it’s profitable, and a lot of it falls under the category of things I would do in my spare play time anyway. Golden showers are not anywhere near the top of the long list of fetishes I enjoy. The first time I got paid to piss on someone for money was also the first time I had ever been paid to do kinky things to another human being.
The dungeon and before you get an image of a basement with bars and chains, a dungeon is a catch all term for a place where kinky things happen was a studio on an upper floor of a swanky doorman included apartment building. I checked the apartment number for the tenth time on the way out of the elevator, as knocking on the wrong door would hold slightly higher than the usual level of embarrassment but the pee party was already in full swing. The pissee was laid out in the centre of the floor, wrapped from neck to foot in Saran Wrap.
A large tarp was laid out on the floor, in case of spillage, and a bedside commode with the bucket removed was placed over his face. Instead of a bucket, a carefully strung up funnel was suspended from springs. The funnel attached to a tube, which went into his mouth. BDSM needs yield fascinating engineering solutions.
I let one woman go before me, so I could make sure there wasn’t some particular ritual or technique I’d be missing. She daintily pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties I had been full to bursting for hours, so as soon as she was done, I took a deep breath and stepped up. After carefully negotiating my stiletto over his chest puncturing a lung does not fall under the category of healthy BDSM play, I Holding it all day paid off. He had to swallow pretty quickly to keep the funnel from overflowing even I was impressed. Bladder empty, I grabbed the roll of toilet paper someone was kind enough to hand me and finished up. I felt strangely victorious.
I didn’t stick around long after I was done. Watching some guy swallow pee, as novel an experience as it was, got old pretty quickly. I collected my fee as politely as possible, grabbed my things, and left.
As I walked back to my car, I asked myself questions similar to the ones I asked myself after I had had penetrative sex for the first time. Am I different now? What does this mean about who I am as a person? I decided it means I am a person who will occasionally pee on people for money, and that’s all.
Mistress Kristina - Huddersfield Mistress
