Piss Whores in Training
- 3 years ago
- 9
- 0
Her Piss Training Part 1 free porn video
Part 1
You have been training me for a while, regarding me peeing. Initially i was only allowed to go to the toilet at all with your permission and you present, then i was only allowed to pee with permission but using the garden. There was a place i was to use by the apple tree. It was really embarrassing going out there and squatting to pee each time. It was unlikely that anyone would see but it was possible from the few houses nearby. No other woman had to do that, it made me very aware of my position in life and the submissive life i had chosen. i was pleased that you had realised my needs and were ensuring i was constantly reminded of my submission. i had to admit that, on top of the humiliation, my outdoor toileting created feelings both of pleasure that i was able to fulfil your instructions and consequent arousal.
After a few weeks the next step came. i had asked permission but was told to stand and strip just inside the house by the glass back door. Having the cooler air around my naked body was making me quite desperate. You brought a breakfast bowl from the kitchen and put it in front of me and placed it on the wooden floor.
“Use the bowl. If you need to go more than can fit in the bowl you will need to stop and ask me to get you another bowl. If you get any on the floor you’ll have to clean it up. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” i was slowly taking in my new instructions, letting them swirl in my mind, thinking of how best to comply. If i was a man it would be easier, pointing my cock in the right direction. i was very concerned about missing the bowl.
i squatted, with my legs open over the bowl, looked at you, and when you nodded, allowed myself to pee. The feeling, as usual, was glorious relief but to my horror i had missed the bowl with the first squirt before aiming correctly. i filled the bowl. Not asking for another but it was at its fullest. i stayed as i was as you carefully took the bowl from between my legs and moved it to the side. There was a round wet mark as well as a small puddle on the wooden flooring. my face was red in shame and i hoped you wouldn’t be too annoyed.
“Well clean it up.” i made to stand but you stopped me. “Lick it clean.”
i was half standing and froze in shock. i was almost about to question you but managed to stop myself and i could see from your expression you realised.
“Good girl. Now clean your mess. We don't want everyone to know my bitch pisses in the house do we?”
i knelt and put my face to the pee and, closing my eyes, licked up the now tepid bitter liquids from the floor. You stood watching me and telling me what a good little piss licker i was which made me feel better in one way, having your approval, but still highly humiliated at the task you had set me. When i had cleaned it i was allowed to stand.
“There, that wasn’t too bad was it? Soon you may manage not to leave a mess. This is your new routine. I don't want you to catch a cold outside now do I?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Put your hands on your head and open your legs.”
i did as i was told and your fingers slid over my cunt and my clit and within my lips, rubbing me. It wasn’t long before i was gasping. He knew exactly how to use my body to bring arousal flooding me. It was only a matter of seconds before i was reduced to being your needy slut, standing rocking on the balls of my feet, my hips jerking as if i were fucking air. You stopped.
“Now bend down and lift up the bowl. Remember that any spillages you will again need to clean up.” He watched as i carefully lifted the bowl and stood again.
“i am sorry Sir.” i said as i dribbled a little over the edge.
“Do it after. Now i want you to take a mouthful, just one, and swallow it.”
i couldn’t help but look quickly at him uncomprehendingly. He simply nodded. i could feel my breathing quicken as the unexpected direction filled my thoughts. i swallowed saliva. looked at him again, then brought the bowl to my lips. i knew i was shaking and i had to be careful not to spill anymore. Tentatively i opened my mouth as i smelt the aroma of my piss just under my nose. i was worried in case i would retch but i didn’t. Instead i took a small sip into my mouth and then took it away. The yellowish liquid was still fairly warm and tasted slightly bitter. i swallowed.
“Now say thank you for your treat.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Good girl. Now clean.” i went to my knees again and lapped up my spillage. “You’ll get better at this each time, don't worry. Now you’ll want a reward for learning new tricks won’t you.” i looked up at him.
“Yes please Sir.”
“Now stand there and let me see you being a dirty little piss bitch and finger fuck yourself as quickly as you can.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
i stood, spread my legs lewdly and fingered my clit hard and desperately. It took me only a minute or so before i was grunting and jerking and then you gave your permission for me to in orgasm for you.
Gradually, over the following days, you increased the amount i had to swallow. At the same time i managed to spill less and less. Each time i was allowed to fuck my cunt as a reward as you watched. However, at the end of the week you didn’t give me permission.
“Now take the bowl upstairs carefully to the bathroom and stand in the bath.”
i followed you humbly, feeling the my tits bounce and my arousal between my legs as i walked, arousal that i had normally been allowed to satisfy. Upstairs i carefully climbed in the bath still holding the bowl of pee. i could see my nipples were hard and could feel them aching.
“Now, my little piss slut, still holding the bowl with one hand, i will let you fuck yourself as you no doubt need to do. You do don’t you?’
“Yes, please, Sir.” i nodded enthusiastically, feeling my stomach clench at the thought of the needed release.
You laughed. “you are such a dirty little slut aren’t you? It’s a good job you have me to control your incessant lusts. Now start to finger yourself. When i say you will pour the pee over your hair. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you sir.”
i began to rub my cunt, feeling my need bubbling just under the surface ready to burst out. my legs were bent slightly at the knees, my left hand holding the bowl. my breathing was all over the place as i kept eye contact with you, feeling that hot humiliation of knowing what i was and displaying it so openly to you. i could feel myself nearing and you could see it. i was begging with my eyes, needing you to give your permission.
“Pour the pee over your hair. Then you can cum.”
i did both, the humiliation washing over me with the piss. i felt rivulets of it trail down my hair and over my skin as i jerked out of control in orgasm in front of you grunting like a fucked pig.
Each day we followed the same routine. Peeing in the bowl, licking clean spillages, tasting, going to the bath and pouring the piss all over me whilst i came for you. my body knew it was coming, knew it would get release. It connected the pee and cumming in all its ways. i knew i was getting excited as i knew i wanted to pee. Sometimes you made me wait and wait. The frustration of one feeding the other.
You have been training me for a while, regarding me peeing. Initially i was only allowed to go to the toilet at all with your permission and you present, then i was only allowed to pee with permission but using the garden. There was a place i was to use by the apple tree. It was really embarrassing going out there and squatting to pee each time. It was unlikely that anyone would see but it was possible from the few houses nearby. No other woman had to do that, it made me very aware of my position in life and the submissive life i had chosen. i was pleased that you had realised my needs and were ensuring i was constantly reminded of my submission. i had to admit that, on top of the humiliation, my outdoor toileting created feelings both of pleasure that i was able to fulfil your instructions and consequent arousal.
After a few weeks the next step came. i had asked permission but was told to stand and strip just inside the house by the glass back door. Having the cooler air around my naked body was making me quite desperate. You brought a breakfast bowl from the kitchen and put it in front of me and placed it on the wooden floor.
“Use the bowl. If you need to go more than can fit in the bowl you will need to stop and ask me to get you another bowl. If you get any on the floor you’ll have to clean it up. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” i was slowly taking in my new instructions, letting them swirl in my mind, thinking of how best to comply. If i was a man it would be easier, pointing my cock in the right direction. i was very concerned about missing the bowl.
i squatted, with my legs open over the bowl, looked at you, and when you nodded, allowed myself to pee. The feeling, as usual, was glorious relief but to my horror i had missed the bowl with the first squirt before aiming correctly. i filled the bowl. Not asking for another but it was at its fullest. i stayed as i was as you carefully took the bowl from between my legs and moved it to the side. There was a round wet mark as well as a small puddle on the wooden flooring. my face was red in shame and i hoped you wouldn’t be too annoyed.
“Well clean it up.” i made to stand but you stopped me. “Lick it clean.”
i was half standing and froze in shock. i was almost about to question you but managed to stop myself and i could see from your expression you realised.
“Good girl. Now clean your mess. We don't want everyone to know my bitch pisses in the house do we?”
i knelt and put my face to the pee and, closing my eyes, licked up the now tepid bitter liquids from the floor. You stood watching me and telling me what a good little piss licker i was which made me feel better in one way, having your approval, but still highly humiliated at the task you had set me. When i had cleaned it i was allowed to stand.
“There, that wasn’t too bad was it? Soon you may manage not to leave a mess. This is your new routine. I don't want you to catch a cold outside now do I?”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Put your hands on your head and open your legs.”
i did as i was told and your fingers slid over my cunt and my clit and within my lips, rubbing me. It wasn’t long before i was gasping. He knew exactly how to use my body to bring arousal flooding me. It was only a matter of seconds before i was reduced to being your needy slut, standing rocking on the balls of my feet, my hips jerking as if i were fucking air. You stopped.
“Now bend down and lift up the bowl. Remember that any spillages you will again need to clean up.” He watched as i carefully lifted the bowl and stood again.
“i am sorry Sir.” i said as i dribbled a little over the edge.
“Do it after. Now i want you to take a mouthful, just one, and swallow it.”
i couldn’t help but look quickly at him uncomprehendingly. He simply nodded. i could feel my breathing quicken as the unexpected direction filled my thoughts. i swallowed saliva. looked at him again, then brought the bowl to my lips. i knew i was shaking and i had to be careful not to spill anymore. Tentatively i opened my mouth as i smelt the aroma of my piss just under my nose. i was worried in case i would retch but i didn’t. Instead i took a small sip into my mouth and then took it away. The yellowish liquid was still fairly warm and tasted slightly bitter. i swallowed.
“Now say thank you for your treat.”
“Thank you Sir.”
“Good girl. Now clean.” i went to my knees again and lapped up my spillage. “You’ll get better at this each time, don't worry. Now you’ll want a reward for learning new tricks won’t you.” i looked up at him.
“Yes please Sir.”
“Now stand there and let me see you being a dirty little piss bitch and finger fuck yourself as quickly as you can.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
i stood, spread my legs lewdly and fingered my clit hard and desperately. It took me only a minute or so before i was grunting and jerking and then you gave your permission for me to in orgasm for you.
Gradually, over the following days, you increased the amount i had to swallow. At the same time i managed to spill less and less. Each time i was allowed to fuck my cunt as a reward as you watched. However, at the end of the week you didn’t give me permission.
“Now take the bowl upstairs carefully to the bathroom and stand in the bath.”
i followed you humbly, feeling the my tits bounce and my arousal between my legs as i walked, arousal that i had normally been allowed to satisfy. Upstairs i carefully climbed in the bath still holding the bowl of pee. i could see my nipples were hard and could feel them aching.
“Now, my little piss slut, still holding the bowl with one hand, i will let you fuck yourself as you no doubt need to do. You do don’t you?’
“Yes, please, Sir.” i nodded enthusiastically, feeling my stomach clench at the thought of the needed release.
You laughed. “you are such a dirty little slut aren’t you? It’s a good job you have me to control your incessant lusts. Now start to finger yourself. When i say you will pour the pee over your hair. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes. Thank you sir.”
i began to rub my cunt, feeling my need bubbling just under the surface ready to burst out. my legs were bent slightly at the knees, my left hand holding the bowl. my breathing was all over the place as i kept eye contact with you, feeling that hot humiliation of knowing what i was and displaying it so openly to you. i could feel myself nearing and you could see it. i was begging with my eyes, needing you to give your permission.
“Pour the pee over your hair. Then you can cum.”
i did both, the humiliation washing over me with the piss. i felt rivulets of it trail down my hair and over my skin as i jerked out of control in orgasm in front of you grunting like a fucked pig.
Each day we followed the same routine. Peeing in the bowl, licking clean spillages, tasting, going to the bath and pouring the piss all over me whilst i came for you. my body knew it was coming, knew it would get release. It connected the pee and cumming in all its ways. i knew i was getting excited as i knew i wanted to pee. Sometimes you made me wait and wait. The frustration of one feeding the other.
Oceana
- 02.01.2021
- 7
- 0
Pyx 2 Training DaysChapter 15 Training s End
- 3 years ago
- 28
- 0
Her Piss Training Part 2
- 3 years ago
- 8
- 0
