Piss pig.

When I think about it now, I get a slight shiver of disgust.  I am reminded of the stickiness of the piss on my face and the acrid bitter taste in my mouth.

An hour or so ago I was on my knees and elbows, naked, arse in the air, and face poised over a bowl of my own piss, waiting.   I had been ordered by him to wait with my face over it, inhaling the scent and waiting for his call, and so I did, face an inch of two above it.  It didn't smell that bad actually, just a faint aroma.  I would have been slightly comforted by that maybe, if the colour wasn't as dark as it was. It more yellow than it should be, the colour of straw, no perhaps a little darker.  Not the light slightly yellow they tell you to look out for as a sign your properly hydrated anyway.  The wine drinking last night and too little water in the last 24 hours had guaranteed that.

So I waited, breathing in through my nose, to ensure that I was benefiting from the full aroma.  It's hard not to feel like a slut, with your arse in the air, cunt exposed to the cold air.  I wondered if I was going to be allowed to touch it, be allowed to cum for the first time after being denied for a week and a half.  I tried not to slip off into daydreams about being fucked roughly from behind with my face pushed into my own piss.  My cunt throbbed.  

I actually didn't think it might be that bad, if he did make me taste it, it didn't smell that bad after all.

Then he called, and I performed, what a fucking slut I am.  Pathetic, that's what he said, and I disagreed, indignant.  Pride biting in then.  How can you feel proud when your on your hands and knees rubbing desperately at your cunt, performing like a trained seal?  Begging to cum, begging to be allowed to drink your own piss.

Sticking my tongue in it wasn't actually that bad, I have since decided that it's because you taste it most at the back of you mouth.  Sticking my face in it was a little worse, not sure why, or perhaps the pulling the face out and feeling it trickle down my face and neck.  I guess that felt a little pitiful.  

The first gulp, the first mouthful, and yes it is disgusting, and I hold it in my mouth, not wanting to keep it there, but not really wanting to swallow, which of course I know he'll make me, and he does.  Not sure how to describe it, for those who haven't had the experience, but it makes me shudder, and I can't help but have a physical reaction to it.

Still doesn't stop me performing does it?  I hate that you know, that as much as I hate it, I don't stop, I carry on playing with my cunt, gulping and swallowing mouthfuls of my own piss while he goads me.  He laughs a little, and it ignites a flash of anger and pity, but I push both aside and be what he wants me to be, and hate that too.  Pride being pushed aside too, to be a pathetic desperate little slut. He tells me that it is exactly what I wanted, and it's a bit hard to disagree, when I am drinking it down so eagerly.  He instructs me to hold the last mouthful in my mouth for around 30 seconds, while I rub my clit, moaning through a mouthful of piss.  I'm told to let a little out over my face, and I do, it misses going up my nose, but hits my eye instead. 

When that last mouthful is swallowed I am thankful, at least that's the end of it.  I feel nauseas.  

Performance isn't over of course, not yet, after a week and a half of being denied, the slut might actually get to cum, and I want it, I want it terribly.    Too much perhaps, because I think about it too much and it moves further and further away. He goes briefly…Fuck!  I say that more than once actually, cursing out loud at my growing fear that I might not be able to give him what he wants.  Fuck!  I try really hard to concentrate, not to think about failure or disappointment or the word pathetic.  Fuck! Or the word useless.  I almost cry, suddenly hit by the hopelessness of it all.  I can't even cum when I am supposed to.   I've not cum in a week and a half, and now I won't be able to and then it might be weeks until he gives me the opportunity again.  Pathetic useless little slut.  

I try to filter out all the pressure, stop thinking, stop concentrating too much on the sensation of my hand on my cunt, my clit varying between oversensitive and numb.  I curse the amount I have played with it over the last few days, only a greedy slut like me would take licence to touch as an excuse to abuse her cunt to a degree that it's useless now she needs to do what he wants.  

It's his orgasm and he is having it he says, and that makes my cunt twitch like you wouldn't believe, and I am determined.   Even though I could still get to the edge and be denied, I have to get there, for him.  I try to think about those words, I repeat over and over in my head “pissy piggy slut” a mantra that does get me closer and closer to orgasm.

Still, still not close enough, Fuck!….Rejecting my clit as now completely useless, I find a bottle to fuck myself with, and almost immediately I am at the edge, moaning and desperate and needy.   Fucking myself hard, moaning to him, a desperate wanton little slut again.  When the orgasm comes, there is also a wave of relief.  As I cum, he tells me that my penance for cumming will be to write this blog and post it here, and I groan both in dismay and still in the throes of climax. He tells me that I have done well, and he is proud, and I cry, and then feel silly for crying.

Now, writing this I feel slightly disgusted and slightly nauseas, face still sticky from the piss I am not allowed to wash off, acrid bitter taste in my mouth,  but I am happy and a little proud too.