Mindfuck

I pulled the most incredible, classic mindfuck on tia today. Possibly my best mindfuck EVER.

You should understand first that tia is scheduled for a punishment, and she KNOWS that punishment is going to be getting pissed on by both Izzy and myself. This would be a dream come true for many sissies I know; for my slut it's almost enough to make her safeword. She is fastidious to the point, almost, of obsessiveness. So this form of punishment is going to be deeply humbling.

We were sitting in her room, both on our repective computers. We'd been talking a few minutes before; I don't recall what about. Something to do with kink, or our lifestyle, or our relationship. So it was a tangent, but not completely unrelated, when I announced "I really need to urinate."

Pregnant pause.

"Um, thanks for sharing Mistress?"

"What's the matter slut, feeling nervous?" I stand and move behind him in the chair, wrapping my arms around him and murmuring in his ear. "You should be. Now come with me."

I lead the way to the bathroom. By the time we get there, 2 whole seconds later, my slut is already stripping his clothes off.

(As far as he's concerned, the only thing worse than getting peed on is getting peed on while dressed. I know because we've discussed it - and a number of other possibilities - in recent days as I've teased and taunted him about his upcoming punishment. I admit I am looking forward to this one with sadistic glee. Knowing how fastidious my slut is makes me delight in torturing him this way. And seeing how...submissive he is...is a huge thrill. How he is bowing his head and meekly saying "Yes Mistress" to something that repulses him. How his little cockette stiffens and throbs, vividly demonstrating his joy in being taken to depths he never would have reached alone. Mmmm.)

"Did I say you could do that slut?" I inquire, sternly.

"No, Mistress" he squeaks, frozen in the act of pulling off his shirt.

I pause, hand to my cheek, as if considering. "All right slut, I guess you can take your clothes off."

I never intended him to keep them on, but this little faux concession now feels like a tremendous reprieve to my apprehensive subbie. It convinces him even more deeply that I am serious, that I am going to go through with it, that he will shortly be bathed in a shower of warm piss. I can see the shudders of dread/arousal going through him. I can see the relief & gratitude playing across his face and body too.

It's thrilling to watch; I feel a tremendous sense of power in being able to take him, in a matter of seconds, so far down the rabbit hole of submission. And to do it using nothing but words and thoughts and my deep knowledge of how this slave responds. I find myself getting quite aroused by it.

He moves as if to kneel and I interrupt him "In the bathtub slut." He steps into the tub. "Now on your knees" He kneels before me, face turned up beseechingly, silently pleading with me to spare him. Or maybe pleading with me not to spare him - I don't think he could tell the difference at this point. His little willy is pointing straight out, as throbbingly hard as I have ever seen it.

"Head down slut" He utters a little whimpering moan as he obeys. His entire body quivers with anticipation. I pause, savoring my triumph over this enslaved male...and then sit down on the toilet, crying "psych!" as I begin to urinate.

His quivering body was thrilling to watch before, now it is hilarious. I burst into maniacal giggles as he first collapses in shuddering relief, then lifts himself to look at me. His expression is priceless, a mix of relief, astonishment, deeply aroused submission...and sheer joy in devilry. After all, we share that smart-assed sense of humor. His delighted awe at my jest must fill his heart to overflowing too.

I finish my business and, sitting with my legs spread wide apart, issue another order: "Use the paper and wipe me slut."

Without hesitation he reaches for the toilet paper and dries me. He's awkward, leaves me damp, and I have to tell him to do it a second time. As he's stroking my pussy lips dry I kiss his forehead and murmer "You know what the best part is slut? The best part is that at this minute you are truly, deeply grateful to be allowed to wipe my pussy after I peed. And that is exactly how you should feel. Always."

He shivers and moans, once again caught in helpless arousal. And that's all the answer I need.