When I was a kid I went to summer camp for several years. It was located in a state park about 45 minutes away from where I grew up.
One year after I got married the camp sent out letters inviting all the old campers to a reunion weekend.
My wife and I decided to go up and spend the weekend. We arrived around 5:30PM and signed in and spent some time seeing who all had come.
I saw many old friends I had not seen for years and we talked about old times and shared stories about things that had happened at the camp.
Dinner was served at around 6:30PM followed by a Large Campfire down by the lake that was always a traditional opening for each camp session.

We were given our cabin assignments and went to turn in for the evening as we were told we had a long day planned tomorrow. We carried our suitcase into the cabin and turned on the lights. “Where’s the bathroom?” my wife asked looking around the cabin. “Down the path” I told her. “In the woods?” she asked. “No silly, The latrine. It’s a big building just down that path” I said pointing her in the right direction. My wife took a flashlight and headed off down the trail. I had barely made it back into the cabin when my wife appeared in the doorway. “That was fast” I told her. “You have to be joking” she replied “That place is full of spiders and bugs I’m not going in there” “I’ll go see if they have some bug spray” I told her. “I don’t have time for that I’m about to piss all over myself” she replied crossing her legs. “I guess you’ll have to go in the woods” I told her. “Your coming with me, I’m not going out there alone” she said. She grabbed my hand and almost pulled me out the door and around the side of the cabin.

We went around the back of the cabin and my wife quickly began to undo her pants. She handed me the flashlight and pulled her jeans and thongs down and dropped into a high squat right next to me. “Make sure no one’s coming” she said. Her bladder exploded and her piss shot out in a hard hissing stream and splashed onto the ground just inches from my feet. She reached out and grabbed my waist to steady herself as she pissed. Of course I just had to give her a good scare. “Is that a snake?” I said. “Where!” she screamed. She jumped up from her squatting position and her stream shot forward and splashed against my legs before coming to an end. “Very funny” she said. “I think I just pissed on you, serves you right” She pulled up her jeans and headed back into the cabin. The next morning we got up and headed down to the bathhouse to get cleaned up for the day. We found the place empty so we locked the door and decided to take a quick shower together to save time. I went into the stall and took a long morning piss. “OK it’s all yours” I said as I exited the bathroom. I removed my robe and stepped into the shower. “Fuck you I’m not getting bitten on the ass by a black widow spider” she replied. “So what you going to do?” I asked her.

“I’ll just piss in the shower” she said. She climbed into the shower and backed up against the wall. She spread her legs apart and reached down to hold her lips apart. I stepped up and stood directly in front her. “You look sexy doing that” I told her. “You better move, I’m getting ready to pee and if you don’t think I’ll piss on you just stand there and find out” she replied. I had no intentions of moving. “Here it comes” she said, as if giving a final warning. I began to feel her piss spray out and splash against my cock and run down my legs. My penis jumped to attention in the wake of her warm golden shower. “I told you I’d pee on you” she said. I moved in even closer and leaned in kissing her gently on the side of her neck. Her piss was now splashing against me and spraying us both as it bounced off my body. When she finished peeing I quickly moved in and slipped my cock into her dripping wet gash and with a few quick thrusts I shot my load deep inside her. We took a quick shower and headed back up to the cabin. Inside we went back to bed and I went down on her until she reached a powerful climax. By the time we got dressed and headed up to the mess hall breakfast was over. We decided to drive into town and get a quick bite to eat before returning to the camp. “I still can’t beleive you just stood there and let me piss on you this morning” my wife said. “Is that what got you so horny?” “I guess it was” I replied. “Well remind me to pee on you more often” she said. We got some breakfast at a local diner and returned to the camp and ate in our cabin.

We then went and joined the others for the days activities. It was just like being back at camp. Arts and Crafts, Horseback riding, Archery and more. That evening we had a banquet and the a dance that lasted until almost 11PM. After the dance my wife and I returned to our cabin to call it a night. As we closed the door my wife exclamined “I’ve got to pee NOW!” “Want to go in the woods?” I asked. “No, this time I planned ahead.” She went and got her drink cup from breakfast this morning and brought it over to me. “I’ll use this..but you’ll have to hold it for me OK?” She quickly removed her pants and thongs and spread her legs apart. “Hold it under me and I’ll do it in the cup” she instructed. I placed the cup between her legs and she looked down to adjust her aim. “I’ll try and go slow so it won’t splash” she said. A few seconds later her piss came out in a slow but steady steam directly into the plastic cup. I felt the outside of the cup turning warm as it filled with her urine. As the pee neared the top of the cup she was showing no signs of slowing down. “OK it’s full” I told her. A look of panic crossed her face.” I’m not close to being finished and I can’t stop” she replied. I watched as the urine reached the rim of the cup and began to overflow running over my fingers and splashing onto the floor. Lucky for us the cabin floor were build of old boards and the piss just ran between the boards and fell to the ground below. She continued to pee for almost another 30 seconds as the cup overflowed. At last her stream ended and she shook the last remaining drops off her pubic hair. I raised the cup to my lips and took a large sip just to be able to move the cup without spilling it everywhere. “You going to drink my piss?” she asked. The thought had not really crossed my mind but now it sounded like a really sexy idea. I drank down her still warm nector in about 4 large gulps. We quickly climbed into bed and had one of the best lovemaking sessions we’ve had in years before drifting off to sleep. The next morning we woke up early to get to the showers before anyone else. I headed for the toilet but my wife grabbed my hand. “Where are you going?” she asked. “I have to pee” I replied. “Well why should you have all the fun? Piss on me” she said. I could hardly beleive my ears. We climbed in the shower and my wife knelt down on the floor. I aimed my cock at her beautiful tits and let go with a huge stream of piss. She began rubbing my pee on her body as I continued to piss. At last my stream ended and my wife stood up, Her body glistening wet with my pee. “Now it’s your turn..lay down” I lay down on my back and my wife straddled my body and dropped into a squat just above my face. “Open your mouth” she instructed. I did as I was told. “Now drink” she said as she relaxed her bladder and began to pee a strong and steady stream onto my face and into my mouth. I swallowed down as much of her hot piss as I could letting the rest splash across my face. When she finally finished we again showered and retuned to the cabin for a final lovemaking session before getting ready to leave. As everyone was saying their goodbyes I remembered thinking I had never had quite so much fun before at summer camp but I’m already planning to attend next years reunion.

Mike met Lisa just two weeks ago at the bar. They hit it off and had dated a couple of times since then. It was Mikes weekend off and he had told Lisa he was going camping and was shocked when she asked if she could come along. Lisa looked as hot as ever in her skintight jeans and a cute T-shirt. He was not sure but as best he could tell she was not wearing a bra. They had been on the road almost 3 hours to the State Park where they were going to camp. He did not beleive in Campers and Mobile Homes…He was an old fashion Tent and Campfire kind of guy. When they got to the park they drove down a long dirt road till they found a nice campsite. They got out of the truck and Mike walked around back to start unloading the equipment. “Boy that was a long trip” Lisa said “I’ve got to pee” Mike gathered up an armload of bags and started around the truck. He looked up to see Lisa just a few feet away squatting down and peeing a wide stream onto the ground. I guess Lisa could see the surprise in Mikes eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry..does this bother you? I guess I could have gone further into the woods” She said. “No your fine” Mike replied hoping that Lisa could not see his erection growing in his pants. As Lisa stood up and was pulling up her pants she explained that she had grown up out in the country with several brothers and that if they were outside playing or working and had to pee they just went right where they were. She said because of this she was not shy at all about peeing in front of others. Mike got to thinking this might be a very interesting weekend.

After Mike had set up the tent they gathered some wood to build a fire to start cooking supper. By now Mikes bladder was getting rather full. Not wanting to seem like a prude He walked over to the edge of the woods, took out his penis and aimed for the ground. He looked over and saw Lisa watching. His bladder turned out to be more shy than he was for no matter how hard he tried he could not start peeing. “I’m sorry” Lisa said. “I guess I’m being rude..you want me to turn my back?” “I’m OK” He said “Just give me a second” He tried again and after about a minute managed to get his stream going. He sprayed the ground for almost a minute before his stream ended in several short sputs. “Sure beats having to walk way down into the woods just to take a leak dosen’t it?” Lisa said. After supper they cleaned up around the camp and then sat around the fire and talked. They planned an early morning hike down the nature trail to go swimming in a nearby lake so Mike suggested they get an good nights sleep. Lisa took her night clothes into the tent and change. She emerged from the tent wearing a cute little robe that came down to just above her knees. “Natures calling again” she said. This time she only took a couple of steps away from the tent and she lifted her gown to reveal she was not wearing any panties. She spread her legs slightly and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. A stream of piss shot forward with more force than then many mens streams

Mike had seen. Lisa saw Mikes amazed expression. “Never seen a girl pee standing up before?” She asked.
“Not like that” Mike replied. “It’s easy once you get the hang of it” Lisa explained “I can pee in a urinal or a toilet like this and make less of a mess than most guys” Her stream abruptly stopped. “That’s the secret” Lisa told him “You got to cut your stream off fast so it does not run down your legs and make a mess” She lowered her gown and retreated into the tent and Mike followed. They crawled into their sleeping bags and went to sleep. The next morning Mike woke up so he could start breakfast so they could get an early start on their hike to the lake. He exited the tent and walked over to the grass to take his morning piss. He had just started peeing when he heard a voice from behind. “Mind if I join you?” Lisa said. She walked up beside him raised her gown, took aim, and unleashed her own stream of pee. They stood side by side and emptied their bladders then got dressed for the day. After breakfast they gathered up their packs and headed off for the lake. When they arrived they changed into their swimming suits and went for a dip. The water was a little cold and it made Lisa’s nipples poke out nicely. They swam for almost an hour and ended up in some intimate positions under the water out of everyones view. Mike suggested they head back for camp for some more fun and games. Lisa agreed. She pulled him close to her wrapping her legs around him under the water and gave him a long kiss. Mike suddenly noticed the water around him was getting warmer. He asked Lisa “Are you peeing?” She just smiled and replied “When you gotta go you gotta go”. She swam back to the shore and started getting dressed. They hiked back to the camp and started a fire then went into the tent to finish what they started at the lake. After almost two hours of incredible sex they emerged from the tent for a breather. Mike walked over to the grass and pulled out his cock to take a pee. “Mike” Lisa said “Can I hold it while you go?” He told her he would give it a try. She walked over and took his penis gently into her hand and aimed it out into the grass. It took him almost a minute to get started but he finally managed to get his stream going. Lisa played the stream back and forth in the grass like a kid playing with a water hose.

“This is so cool” she said. “I can feel the pee moving through your cock.” Mike was not prepared for what happened next. Lisa took his cock and aimed it at her crotch. He tried to stop peeing but he was unable to do so. “Oh that feels so warm” she said. He continued to pee until his bladder was empty. When he finished she gave his cock a shake. “I’ve always wanted to do that” she giggled. She told him to lay down on the ground and he did as he was told. She moved her bathing suit to the side. She lowered herself down onto his erect cock and rode him to another orgasm. She stood up and took a step forward and then dropped back down into a squat over his chest. It took him a few seconds before he realized she was getting into position to pee. Before he could react her stream shot out and splashed onto his chest. It was hot and powerful unlike anything he had ever felt before. She pissed for almost a minute before her stream died down and she finished in a ladylike dribble. “Boy that was a relief” she sighed. They headed down to the park showers to get cleaned off and then returned to camp for dinner. That night they ditched the sleeping bags and cuddled together and drifted off to sleep. Mike could only imagine what adventures she had in store for him tomorrow.

It all started over a silly bet on a game of pool. She lost..He won. Kim and Mike had always been the best of friends and they had a habit of really doing some crazy things. Tonight she was going to be his “slave” ..from 5 PM until Midnight. She had to do everything Mike told her to do. Anyway she really was not worried..she had covered herself pretty well in the Ground Rules they both agreed
upon when they made the bet. 1. She would not do anything dangerous or Illegal. 2. He could not touch her. 3. She would not touch him. and 4. She was not taking off any of her clothes. Not that Mike would try and take advantage of the situation but she just wanted to make sure. So whats the worst that could happen? Mike might make her clean his apartment..wash his dishes..do his laundry. Maybe he would make her sit all evening and watch those stupid spoof movies she hated but he loved. Whatever he had planned she was ready.

She knocked on his door at exactly 5 PM. Mike answered the door and welcomed her inside. She looked pretty good this evening. A rather tight T-shirt and a simple pair of bluejeans..tennis shoes..nothing fancy. “OK I’m here and I guess I’m ready for whatever you have planned” Kim said. Mike told her to have a seat and he would be right out…and he vanished into his bedroom. Kim looked around his apartment..things looked pretty neat so if he wanted her to clean it wouldn’t be that bad. Mike came out. “So are you ready?” Mike said. “Yes..whats first on the agenda?” Kim asked. “How about dinner?” Mike asked. Kim looked puzzled. “You mean you don’t want me to scrub the floors with a toothbrush?” Kim asked. Mike just laughed. “Maybe later..thanks for the idea..I hadn’t thought of that” he said “But first I’m hungry..let’s go get some food..my treat” Kim got up and they headed out the door. Maybe this was not going to be that bad after all Kim thought. Mike took her to a really nice restaurant with a full service bar. Just about the time they sat down Kim figured out what Mike had planned. He’s going to make me eat off the “Banned Word” menu..or even worse…he was going to order her something she didn’t like and make her eat every bite of it. “So what do I have to order?” she asked him with a sly smile. “Anything to like…It’s on me” Mike said. Kim set her eyes on the twin lobster tails..but Mike was being pretty nice so she decided to take it easy on him. “How about the ribeye?” she asked. “That sounds good..I think I’ll try that too” Mike said. “Oh fuck” Kim thought..he’s going to make me order it rare and eat it..he knows I like my steak Well done. The waiter came to take their drink order. Kim really wanted a mixed drink but she didn’t want to get tipsy and have Mike take advantage of her so she ordered sweet tea. “Are we ready to order?” the waiter asked. “Yes” Mike said “We’ll both have the rib-eye steak with a Baked Potato and Salad” “A great choice” the waiter said. “And how do you want the steaks cooked?” he asked. Oh shit..here it comes Kim thought. “Rare” said Mike…”Well I’ll have mine rare..I think the lady wants hers well done” “Very good sir I’ll get your order right in” The waiter replied. He hurried off to the kitchen.

“OK” Kim said “Your driving me crazy..what have you got planned for this evening?” “Planned?” Mike replied “I just
thought we could spend a nice evening together..that’s all” “No trips to the zoo to make me walk through the snake house? No forcing me to sit and watch a bunch of stupid movies? No making me wash your car with my tongue?”
Kim asked. Mike just smiled. “All really good ideas” He said “I hate I didn’t think of them..but no just a nice simple
evening enjoying each others company” He replied.

Dinner went off without a hitch. No tricks and no surprises. Maybe she had misjudged him. After dinner they sat in
the bar and talked. “Would you like a drink?” he offered. “OK Just one…I have to drive home later” she said. When
they finally returned to his house she looked at the clock…it was 10:15 PM. She had no idea it had gotten so late.

“Want to watch some TV?” he asked. “Sure that would be fine” she replied “I just need to run to the restroom first”
“I don’t think so” Mike said. Kim wasn’t quite sure she heard him right. “What did you say?” she asked.
Mike just grinned. “Oh I’m sorry…didn’t I tell you..the bathroom is off limits” “Off limits??” she replied. “Yes..remember Our bet…that’s my one and only stipulation…you can’t use the bathroom until after midnight.” he explained to her.

“But I have to pee NOW” she said “What do you suggest I do?” “I guess you’ll have to hold it” he told her. She looked
at the clock again. “That’s over an hour and a half away…I’ll never make it” she told him. “Well I can’t have you breaking our ground rules..remember we said you would not take off any of your clothes” he smiled. “That didn’t include for using the bathroom” she argued. “Well I don’t remember any exclusions…so you have one of two choices…hold it or wet yourself.” He said with a sly grin. “I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction” she said. She sat down in a chair and crossed her legs.

Over the next hour things only got worse…the pressure on her bladder got greater and greater until she was almost in tears…She tried to think of anything except how bad she had to pee but nothing helped. Only 10 minutes left to go but she was very afraid she was not going to make it.

“Can I Please go pee?..I’ve got less then 10 minutes to go but I really don’t know if I can hold it” she pleaded. Mike looked at the clock. “I’m sorry but a bet is a bet..but just in case I’m prepaired”. Mike went to the bathroom and returned with a large beach towel…He spread it out on the kitchen floor away from his carpet. “If you are going to lose control stand on this” he said “It should soak up most of the pee” Her bladder begged for relief. Just 5 more minutes…but it seemed like eternity. Suddenly she began to dribble..just a little… but she knew it was the beginning of the end…her bladder was on the verge of total meltdown and their was nothing she could do to stop it. She quickly got up and stood on the towel in the kitchen…

Mike smiled in satisfaction knowing he was about to witness a beautiful girl drench her jeans as he watched.
Kim felt the muscles in her bladder spasm and she knew this was the end….Then suddenly she got an idea…she ran off the towel and into Mikes living room…standing on his beautiful plush carpet. “NO Not on the carpet!!!!” Mike yelled. Kim quit fighting to hold back…she spread her legs..relaxed and let nature do the rest. Her hot piss sprayed out into her panties and jeans…quickly soaking trough them and pouring down her legs forming twim puddles at her feet…A stream fell from between her legs and made a third puddle below her crotch…the relief was tremendous and she was no where near finished. She closed her eyes and continued to empty her bladder until she was completely finished. By now the carpet below her was one huge puddle of piss. Kim went and grabbed the beach towel Mike had placed in the kitchen floor and wrapped it around her to cover her wet jeans. “You have to clean that up” Mike stuttered..pointing at the drenched carpet. Kim looked at the clock. “Oh I would be happy to..but it’s two minutes after midnight…so I’m no longer your slave…clean it up yourself” Kim said with a smile. Kim hurried out the door and headed home.

The next day after work Kim decided to ride by Mikes house and see if he was still mad at her…but she decided it might not be the best time to stop. Parked in his driveway was a large yellow van….JOE’S CARPET CLEANING..24 HOUR EMERGENCY SERVICE.

Feeling faint from the crowd, the sweat in the air and the second hand cigarette smoke I was forced to breathe I retreated to the bathroom. The music blared behind the door, slightly muffled but still loud enough to shake my fragile grasp on consciousness. I walked over to the sink,
turning the tap on, hoping to splash some water over my face in an attempt to feel somewhat better. “Are you alright?” She asked me, patting my forehead with some damp paper toweling. I looked up at this stranger who was maternally caring for me.

I was lying on the tiled floor of the bathroom, just underneath the sinks and thankfully out of the way of the door. “I must have fainted”, I mumbled. She told me she found me lying on the floor and hoped I hadn’t overdosed or something. I smiled, I don’t do drugs, I just get a little hyper-glyceamic sometimes. “No, it’s just the heat, and the smoke, and the sweat.” I tried to push myself up into a sitting position and my head span wildly, she saw the look in my eyes, perhaps a green tinge to my skin and told me to lie back down.

“I don’t really like this band anyway, I was here for the support acts, I’ll stay here with you until
you’re better.” I love the kindness of strangers. She pressed the cold paper toweling over my face again, then re-wet it under the taps. I was regaining some circulation, with the blood returning to my head I took the chance to look her over properly. She had short blonde hair, bleached
with about an inch of regrowth. Sexy and skanky, just my type. He green eyes returned their attention to me as I was admiring her cute tits in the tight white T-shirt she wore.

She noticed where my attention had drifted to and smiled, I smiled back. There were only three toilets and they were all full, I wondered what the people were doing in there that was taking so
long. I came to the bathroom for some cool water and a little space, but my bladder was making me aware of it’s growing need to piss. I looked from door to door, willing the women to come out and let me in. “Your color looks a bit better”, she informed me. I started to sit up on the filthy floor, thankful I wore a black skirt and the tight black top rather than a paler color which would have shown up the filth I’d been lying in.

“I’m busting to go”, I let her know. “So am I, I wonder what they’re doing in there.” I laughed, I liked the way she thought, dirty minds think alike. I decided it was ridiculous to wait for any longer, they obviously weren’t coming out in a hurry, and my bladder was becoming quite insistent. We
must have been in tune, she stood up and pulled her skirt up over her hips, I looked at her with lust and curiosity. “I can’t take this any more, give me a hand.” I stood up and supported her legs as she sat herself over the hand basin, I looked into her eyes, they were sparkling and she leant forward and kissed me deeply on the mouth.

I heard the trickling of her piss down the drain and looked down to see the last of it, she was gripping the basin with her hands, I bent my head to between her legs and licked over her clit and
her pussy lips, I love the taste of pussy flavored with a little piss.

She pushed herself forward onto my face and I slipped a few fingers inside her pussy, still holding her with my other hand. She started to moan, wriggling her butt all over the place and licked and flicked at her clitoris with my tongue. In no time at all my fingers were drenched with her cum as she gripped my head tightly to her pussy. I was amazed at her response time, but realized that the kinkiness of the situation, the riske aspect of oral sex in a bathroom where just behind the door were several hundred people, who could walk in at any time. She let go of my head and I looked up at her, kissing her again with her taste on my tongue.

She slipped off of the basin, asking me if I needed to go, if I didn’t need to go I would’ve forced
myself to, but luckily I had a more than full bladder. I sat up on the basin and she started rubbing her fingers over my clit as I began to piss. She bit at my nipples through my T-shirt and just as I’d finished pissing I was drenching her hand with my own juices. I kissed her and slipped off the
basin grinding my cunt against hers, pushing her into the wall.

Just then, one of the toilets became free, we laughed at the irony and went back into the crowd, hand in hand.

Then they had a daughter born in May, but named her June after her grandma. June and I grew up like sisters.

We liked to play with the boys. Sometimes we’d play doctor and nurse, other times “Show-N-Tell’; but nothing sexual at all. Of course June and I would often cuddle together in bed, hugging made us feel excited, yet we didn’t understand then that our sexual organs were being teased.

One day in Junior High, after gym class, Rita Smith, the loud-mouth of our group, approached me. I was squatting down on the toilet ready to pee. Rita put her hand between my legs and said: “Let me feel your hot piss, April.”

I was shocked, but as I was already pissing, there wasn’t much I could do. Then Rita put her fingers in her mouth, sucking my pee. “You taste better than Sarah Jones, keep me in mind when you have to urinate again.”

June asked, “Rita why did you do such a nasty thing feeling April’s pee-pee?”

“Everybody does it, didn’t you see my magazine.”

We hadn’t, so Rita went to her locker and brought out this glossy magazine, GOLDEN SHOWERS; and there on the cover was this boy with his hard penis, and he was pissing a yellow stream onto two naked girls.

The pictures inside were even dirtier. There was one even of a girl squatting on a boy’s face and actually shitting brown turds on him.

Later that afternoon, June and I were home alone. We naturally talked about this exciting revelation to the hot things our group was into. June said: “April, let’s get the plastic shower curtain and place it on the floor and we’ll take turns pissing on each other.”

WOW!, was June right. As she lowered her shinny ass above my face, I saw the first trickle of piss coming through her cunt’s lips. The first drops stung, but as her piss flow thickened, I began to sip as much as I could. June had a semi-sweet tasty pee. Then it was my turn. June had me lay on my back, then she climbed between my legs. When I felt her lips sucking on my labia lips, my pussy responded with a gush of piss like I never spurted before. June wiggled, screaming in delight. I put a scissors grip on her head, like the wrestlers do, and held her face against my bushy cunt. I came a thousand times.

That was just the beginning. June started wearing Kotex napkins, even though it wasn’t necessarily her time of the month. And I inserted tampons for the very same reason. Even in school, during break time, the two of us would share a stall in the girl’s bathroom. June would pull out her wet pad and give it to me. I’d suck what piss was there, and cleanse my face with the rest of her damp pee. I’d pull down my panties, yank on the string and pull my tampon out of my wet pussy. June would do like I did, suck and wash.

We were in luck at home, it was a split plan, where one bedroom and bath was in back, the other in the front. June and I had the front room, We’d lay naked in the bathtub every night before bed. We’d piss up a storm. By now we had our own ‘plain brown wrapper’ GOLDEN SHOWER Magazine subscription. Every issue had some new position. We not only learned to sixty-nine while pissing into each other’s mouth; we learned the back-door sixty-nine, where we sucked each-other’s asshole while our piss flowed freely in tune with our squirming.

Now don’t get us girls wrong. June and I dated boys. Some we liked enough to share our dirty little secret and invite them piss all over us . Our favorite playground for fucking was the local drive-in theater. I don’t think anyone goes to a drive-in to see the movie; but rather for the boys to ‘driver-in’ their cocks into begging pussies. And if the boys peed into us, or we peed out, or we all pissed at the same time, so much the better.

I’m sure this story of June and me is not much different than yours. We were normal “Banned Word” then and normal adults now; so if we like to piss on you when we fuck, it’s better sex. And if you haven’t tried it yet, please pull down your panties and finger your cunt, or if your a man, unzip, pull out that hunk of piss meat, and flow away. You’ll be better for it.

Got to go now, I hear June: “April, hurry up, I didn’t drink three cokes to piss down the fucking toilet, when my pretty little twat is in need of a fix. Come on, April, drink time.”

And I lay down, June lets loose a stream of her hot yellow piss, my mouth has learned to hold every precious drop, I’m having a hard time holding back my own liquid explosion. I’ll drown June tonight for sure. Gulp!

Author: TautLine

M/many involved in the BDSM lifestyle have been introduced to it through the Internet and online chat rooms. Online can be very intense and very special. It can also lead to great harm to many, just as realtime relationships can be quite intense and special and for others just as harmful. The possible harm in the online world is mainly emotional harm, though physical harm can happen when a submissive follows directions from one who claims to be a Dominant who is either uneducated or not a dominant at all, but a player.

What I wish to speak of now is emotional harm. Where most physical harm will heal, emotional harm can last a lifetime. I have seen so very often where a submissive is harmed because he/she gives all their trust to one not worthy of it. Submissives have several desires…a desire to please…a desire to be owned…a desire to be loved…and a desire to be treasured. These desires can leave a submissive quite open to being harmed emotionally. These desires are very intense, but they are very much part of them. And it is important that a submissive understands these needs and how to have them met properly. For an abuser, it is easy for them to become prey, if the submissive does not understand. An abuser takes these desires and carefully uses them to harm another. So please understand…understand yourself, understand your needs, and understand that with patience, you will find what it is you seek and your desires will be met.

Abusers use these needs to trap a submissive. They are very careful, they know how to manipulate the desires of another. They act as though they desire them…make them feel as though they are loved, but the one who is being targeted knows in their heart the relationship is not a good one. What the abuser has done, is draw the one so deeply in, they feel they cannot back away. Even though they know it is a bad relationship, the abuser meets just enough needs to entwine them. The abuser makes them feel as if they are the one who is at fault for any problems in the relationship and in doing this, the abuser sucks the life from them, but does not allow them to be free. Often, it is said, when online, the “Off” button is a safety measure, and that can work for a time, but once one is drawn in deeply by the manipulations of an abuser, it is hard to hit that button, but you can be free of abuse.

I am going to express in points things one should watch for and consider. If these things are occurring, please seriously consider what is going on with your relationship…

1. Isolation - Are you regularly kept from talking to others, be it in a chatroom or any other venue? Are you not allowed to have input from others? Are you with no real cause not allowed to talk to others who were your friends? Temporary separation from others does happen, but it is only for a limited time and only to give a submissive time to consider things and learn. But, it is this important to consider, is this one who claims to be a Dominant so insecure about himself and your relationship he cannot allow you to talk to others? A true Dominant is not insecure and will not keep you from openly talking with others, so that you also are secure in yourself and the relationship you are building with Him/Her.

2. Belittlement - Do you feel as if you are put down? Do you feel like less of a person than you did before you met this person? Do your insecurities grow as you have gotten more involved with this person? A true Dominant desires to build up and help to make others the best they can be. If it is the one they claim as Their own, that desire is even more intense. To a true Dominant, this possession is a treasure and will be treated with great care and love.

3. Terror - Are you afraid to speak openly to the one who claims to be a Dominant? Afraid that your words will not be respected? Afraid you will be screamed at or made to feel guilty for expressing yourself? A true Dominant will not do that. you should feel and you need to know you have a right to express your concerns and that they will be listened to. A true Dominant will listen to you and allow you to express yourself and then the Dominant will talk with you. Does this mean the Dominant’s view is right or your is…no…but a true Dominant will respect you, just as you respect that Dominant.

4. Lack of trust - Do you feel a lack of trust for the one claiming to be Dominant? Are there many questions in your mind and heart which cannot be answered? In any relationship questions do arise, especially as two begin to learn of E/each O/other. But are you not allowed to discuss them? Or the answer, if you do raise a question from the other is a question, “Why do you doubt Me?” A true Dominant will desire to build your trust and security. As I said, in any relationship questions arise, a true Dominant understands this and will allow you to express yourself. The Dominant’s desire is that you have absolute peace and trust, first in yourself, then in the relationship Y/you B/both are building and living.

Author: TorqueDom © 1996

used with permission

Training begins with a wild bird on a tether. You teach it to fly, controlled, in a very confined area. You reward obedience with affection, and kindness, and an occasional treat. As the bird responds, the tether gets longer, the area of freedom expands, but remains under control. As trust and loyalty grows, so does the tether, and eventually, it is no longer necessary.

Replacing the tether is the voice command; strong, sure, and unyielding. When the response is positive, the voice softens, becomes pleasing. The bird responds. Even the best trainer, with the best falcon, takes a shallow breath as the unfettered bird leaves his gloved arm, wondering as it flies away if it’s in its mind to return. You feel it every time. Sometimes, it’s only a passing thought, relatively sure you’ve done your job well, and have your bird’s loyalty, and confidence.

The bird goes thru it’s paces, as instructed, as planned. You think that you’ve provided an atmosphere that will make the creature WANT to return, even if it doesn’t have to. You’ve conditioned it, thru love, and caring, that being on your arm is a better place to be than free, and defenseless, and on it’s own. You think all this for just a moment, and you breathe again.

Then, just once in awhile, the creature doesn’t make the turn. It has traveled just a little farther, a little faster than usual. You wonder if it has decided that the lure of the unknown, the things not yet experienced, the call of the wild may be just a bit stronger than your training, and it’s loyalty. You see it looking towards the mountain, flying towards it, mesmerized by it.

You know you can use your call, a verbal signal that would break the animal’s concentration, train of thought. The sound would elicit an immediate response, you know, as it has so many times before. But this time, this one time, you see something different in the way the bird is flying. Stronger, straighter, with a purpose. Is it merely stretching it’s wings, exploring it’s boundaries, curious as to the world it is in? Or has it decided to explore a new world, an untethered one.

You could call…. but you don’t. You decide, in that instant, to allow the creature it’s freedom, it’s choice. Somehow, you know it needs to make it, it needs to know for itself where it belongs. So you hold your voice, and your breath, and your heart, and you wait. And suddenly… it turns. It’s flight back to you is straighter, faster than usual. And you breathe again, and feel pride, for this mighty creature is here because it wants to be, not because it was trained to be.

My falcon; I love you, and trust you, and am comfortable with you, albeit sometimes from the edge of my seat.

TorqueDom

I have spent alot of time discussing with others in the lifestyle what makes a good dominant. What marks a true dominant from a player or wannabe. I have read every bit of material I could get my hands on. Through these discussions and research I have been able to compile the following list of traits. I list the ones that were repeatedly told to me, many of them appeared in just about every conversation I have been involved in and most of the pieces of writing I have read. My heartfelt thanks to the wonderful insight of MistressIce, EZRiser, and Magistar in particular. Their words, insight, and honesty helped me to create this list as concisely as I could.

Acceptance:
Acceptance of self, what is within yourself, what your wants needs and desires are.. Acceptance of your limitations and those of your submissive. The ability to accept another human being for the person they are, including their shortcomings and especially to accept your own. Accepting what being a dominant is to the individual and not being ashamed or intimidated by the needs within, but happy in ones mind set.

Communication:
This is the ability to talk and discuss things. It is an integral part of any relationship, but an absolute neccisty within a D/s one. A dominant should have the skills to communicate thier needs, wants, desires, fears, thoughts, limits or whatever else comes along. The ability to talk also calls into play the honesty and truthfulness of the dominant. Once communication is open it should remain that way, and will do so provided the dominant does not stop communicating honestly. To not communicate is to endanger yourself physically (by not telling the submissive your experience and other necessities) and emotionally.

Compassion:
The ability to see and at least attempt to understand the emotional aspects of your submissive’s psyche. To understand and be aware of the multitude of things within reality that can affect a submissive physically, emotionally and mentally. To be able to apply that understanding to the many situations that arise within daily life that may prevent your submissive from serving to the best of their abilities. Using compassion wisely to allow you to aide your submissive, support him/her during times of stress shows that you are truly a well rounded dominant. One who realizes that a dominant and a submissive are people too. Without compassion you are not a dominant only a sadist.

Courtesy:
This one is fairly self explanatory but many people have asked me for specifics on courtesy. It is the ability to show proper manners, pleases and thank yous. To address someone with a respectful tone of voice. A dominant should show courtesy to his/her submissive and other submissives around them. Just because you are a dominant does not give you the right to be rude or cruel. This includes courtesy to your peers.

Grace:
Elegance in the manner a dominant presents themselves is an important and desirable personality trait that many submissives say they prefer. The way a dominant carries themselves, their style of play, no matter how graphic should still flow with style and grace. Their actions should not be overly hesitant, stilted or confused. If this is lacking as an inherent ability, the dominant should be willing to learn and grow in this area.

Dominance:
This is the most important trait in a dominant. It is the inherent natural ability to lead. To exert control in a respectful, intelligent and humble manner. The strength of character which allows you to exert the control necessary in a power exchange relationship. The ability to care for another person’s entire well being.

Honesty:
Personally I feel this shouldn’t need to be said, but there are far too many people who lack honesty so it has to be said. Honesty is the ability to speak up, be open and truthful about what you say. Don’t hide your emotions, fears, limits, fantasies, ideas and thoughts. Don’t tell the submissive what you think he/she wants to hear. Honesty is the basis of trust, without it there is no trust. And without the trust, there is no true relationship. A successful dominant is an honest one, one who does not lie or attempt to deceive. One who is truthful when he/she speaks. Most important is to be honest about your level of experience, to lie is to endanger the very life of a submissive.

Humility:
This is basically the ability to see yourself as fallible. To see yourself as a person, not just a dominant. To see that sometimes in reality your needs must be set aside for the better of the relationship. (possibly to settle a disagreement, set limits or things of that nature) A successful dominant knows they will make mistakes, that they are no perfect. Sure they have pride in their abilities but they also know that everyone grows constantly and they are secure enough within themselves not to need to be the center of attention at all times. This allows the dominant to be open to learning new things and not have a know it all attitude. This brings into play bullying. Bullying is using your status as a dominant to push around submissives without any thought for their well being at all. Bullying is a completely selfish action. A dominant who consistently bullies will turn submissives away from them and lose the respect of their peers. It shows a lack of humility and can also mask a poor sense of self esteem or a possible abusive person using the lifestyle to hide their abusive nature.

Intelligence:
By intelligence I don’t mean book smart, the ability to do long involved mathematical equations or pull apart and rebuild a computer. As it applies to a successful dominant intelligence is the ability to learn the proper way of playing with the toys inherent in the lifestyle before using them on a person. The willingness and ability to research and learn about the lifestyle itself. The ability to make informed decisions about what their needs are and how to attain them and just how far their domination goes. The ability to take the time to learn their partner outside the roles of dominant and submissive, to learn him/her as the person they are, their likes and dislikes. The ability to learn what pleases their submissive and remember those things. The dominant should not only take the time and intelligence to know the physical tools, but also the psychological tools of dominance. Along with some basic psychological aspects of their submissive. (Knowledge should grow as people change constantly) There is nothing uglier than seeing an ignorant dominant trying to use humiliation as a tool of dominance. Humiliation is a difficult tool that requires maturity, intelligence, and skill

Loyalty:
This is a very important trait in a dominant. It is the ability to uphold your personal honor and remain true to the agreement between you and your submissive should the agreement be one of monogamy or whatever. Fickleness is very unattractive in a dominant and dangerous to the emotional well being of the submissives who serve you.

Patience:
A good dominant has patience. The ability to wait for things. Being pushy is aggravating and not being dominant. This does not mean you have to be lax or soft, but to learn the proper time to push and the proper time not to. It is also the ability to wait for those things which take time to develop and to learn, especially within yourself. To realize that it takes time for a submissive to learn all the intricacies of serving you and have the patience to teach the submissive what you prefer.

Pride:
This is the ability to know your capacities and realize you are not only a good person but a good dominant. The ability to recognize your own strengths. This does not mean you should be closed minded to new ideas. Nor does it mean you should be unaware of your faults or keep an inflated ego. Pride in your dominance is a beautiful thing, arrogance or false pride are deadly. False pride usually masks insecurities which can be life threatening to the submissive.

Respect:
A successful dominant will show respect at all times, until such time as the submissive proves he/she is unworthy of such respect. A disrespectful dominant does not earn the respect of his/her peers or the submissives around them. By giving respect to others, you earn it for yourself.

Responsibility

A good dominant should have a sense of responsibility and be aware that they are the ones who are in control of a scene. They should take this responsibility seriously and act in such a manner that will keep themselves and their submissive as safe as possible. A good dominant should take responsibility for his/her own actions, even so far as admitting a mistake when one is made and not push the blame onto someone else. A good dominant should use this sense of responsibility to learn before acting.

Self Control

A good dominant must be in control of themselves first before they can even hope to control another safely. A good dominant is not one who is prone to fits of out of control behavior, raging fits and other actions which show a lack of self control. A dominant should be able to keep his physical needs in check in order to maintain a scene safely for the submissive. A good dom should also have the self control needed to stick to his/her guns when they are faced with a begging sub for something new that they know is dangerous and that they know they have no experience in.

Self Respect:
A good dominant values themselves, and respects their own limits. A bully does not thrill a submissive. A solid sense of self worth is a necessity for a dominant or they can cause serious damage to the submissive’s psyche. This does not mean act like you are the universe’s gift to domination.

Service:
This is applicable to dominants but not in the same way as a submissive. A dominant serves their submissive by and through their dominance. By intelligently applying their dominant nature, and meeting the physical and emotional needs of the submissive, the dominant mutually serves the submissive. A successful dominant remembers that without a submissive, there is no such thing as a dominant. And that to receive the submission of a person is a gift. The dominant will therefor cherish that gift, and do their best to uphold it and not abuse it. This is the key to an exchange of power relationship.

Those are the traits which I have repeatedly heard make a successful dominant. Many of them overlap and refer to other traits within them. And most of them are applicable to every relationship not just those within D/s. These are the traits I have heard many submissives speak of as what they are looking for in a dominant. Not everyone will have all of those traits bred into them, and some of them can be learned. But those traits do reflect what is within a true dominant. This list is meant as an informational aide only and not as a hard core end all and be all ruling of what makes a dominant.