Pervy Public Piss Play

One thing I’ve been wanting to try for a while is public piss play. Obviously, most types of piss play wouldn’t work well, since the ‘nillafolk would be freaked out. So the solution is to do it right in front of them without them knowing.

For example, a domme could take a glass (or other container) into the restroom and fill it with something warmer. When she brings it back out for the sub to drink, not only is the erotically disgusting element there, there’s also a hint of humiliation. Does anyone suspect what’s really in the glass? Was that slight smile from the woman across the room just now a coincidence, or does she know? Did the waitress smell his piss-breath? The imagination can be a powerful tool. And secrets are sexy.

I’ve experienced something like this before, and it was beyond hot. It was at a play party, so the risk of being found out wasn’t as big a deal, but this was still one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had. That says a lot considering all the kinkypervydirty things I’ve done.

This type of play is definitely doable, and I think it’d be fun to explore more.

Partially Planned Pee Play

I realize that posting about scenes can help bring in more readers.  The problem is that, being single, I play with friends, and I don’t want to keep asking them for permission to post about our scenes.  I think that might make them less likely to want to play in the future.

One person has given me carte blanche to post about whatever we do.  She rocks muchly.  We’ll call her A.

What follows is a legendary tale from long long ago, in a galaxy far far away.

A and I had been talking about doing some watersports for months.  She had no experience with this and had trouble working up the nerve to try it, even though she really wanted to.  I’d done WS in a previous relationship, but it’s been about two years since then.

At a party, I was standing near the doorway of a room with 3 or 4 friends, having a conversation.  There were others scattered throughout the room and in the next rooms as well, just talking.  (The playing was going on in other areas of the house.)  A came in and stood across from me in this little circle of people and handed me her cup, which was almost empty.  She said something, but I only heard the last word, “drink”.  So I asked what kind she wanted.  She shook her head a little and said more firmly, “Drink.”  There was about two inches of liquid in the bottom of the cup, and that’s when I realized it was warm.  And golden.  My stomach sank.  No one noticed this little exchange; they just kept going with their conversation.  I pulled the cup up to my mouth and smelled……sure enough, it was her piss.  I took some into my mouth and noticed that she was staring at me rather intensely, with a slight smirk.  When I swallowed, I tried not to show my disgust, since we were standing in a circle with others.  As I swallowed, she let out an amazingly cruel laugh while watching me.  Yowza that was hot!  I took another drink.  Then she moved over near me and took the cup from my hand before walking away.  Thinking that she was going to dump it out (even though I’d only finished half) I breathed a sigh of relief, since it was over.
About 10-20 seconds after, she came back and handed me the cup again, with her piss still remaining in it.  My stomach sank all over again when she handed it back to me.  Turns out she wanted me to think it was over, and did that just to mess with my head.  (and it worked rather well )  Two more drinks and it was gone.  By this point, I was quite hard, and stayed that way for about ten minutes.  So disgusting, yet so hot.  The whole experience caught me totally off guard, since I assumed our first time doing WS would be in private, not in the presence of others.  They had no idea this happened at all, even though we did it right in front of them.

I knelt and kissed her feet later as I thanked her…………never thought I’d thank anyone for making me drink their piss.

For me, WS is like many other things in bdsm in that it carries a dual nature.  I love it and I hate it.  It turns me on, yet I want it to stop.  My brain was thinking “eww yick blech” but my cock contradicted that by staying hard.  We’ve only done piss play one time since then (about two years ago) but she recently hinted at doing it again sometime.  That feeling of something hanging over my head is über sexy.

a couple of fantasies

There are two fantasies that have been doing laps in my head for a while now.  And I’m going to share them with you, because Barney says caring means sharing.

The first is to cum in a glass of the domme’s piss, then be made to drink it all.  I’ve been made to drink piss and eat my cum before, but the two combined seems to really crank up the “eew make it stop” factor.  Drinking the piss before an orgasm is hard enough; having to drink it after one seems like it’d be more intense and disgusting.  This is one of those types of play where, at the moment, I’m thinking “no no no I don’t want to do this this is disgusting yick eew stop it now!”………but later, I think, “Hey, that was really hot!”

The other fantasy involves one of these-

Ball-kicking and squeezing are my favorite forms of cbt.  These things look like they could be fun along those same lines.  But the description says that when it’s tightened down as far as possible, there’s 1″ of room between the plates.  I’m not sure that’d be enough to cause a more intense level of pain.

These things used to really scare me.  But since I’ve gained more experience with ball-kicking, I’ve grown to enjoy (I use that word loosely) more intense ball pain.

I’ve seen a few pics with these (or something similar) in use.  The guys’ balls look reeeeeally squished and sore.  Yum.  I wonder if there’s a way to modify it so it goes lower than 1″.  Then again, it might be better just to make one myself.  I could probably throw one together with stuff from the hardware store- a hinge, two pieces of material, and two bolts with wing-nuts.  I do like the clear top, so maybe I can find a piece of plexiglas or lexan.

On the other hand, I’m not sure just how far the boys can be flattened before rupturing.  Exploding testicles are not my idea of a good time.  Nor is a trip to the ER.

I confuse me

Lots of types of play have sort of a dual nature for me. I genuinely want it to stop, but at the same time, it turns me on. This goes for lots of things- impact, biting, being made to drink her piss, teasing and denial, being repeatedly kicked in the balls, erotic humiliation, licking the sweat from her feet, etc. These things make my brain scream “YES!” and “NO!” at the same time.

Let’s use the piss example. It tastes bad, it smells bad, and, well, it’s piss. It’s not a pleasurable thing to ingest. Yet at the same time, it makes the general stand at attention.

Other things, like impact, don’t get me hard, but they still turn me on.

Another aspect of the appeal is seeing that sadistic smile or hearing the domme’s laughter during these yes/no moments. It lets me know she’s enjoying making me suffer, that she’s taking something from my pain, humiliation, or whatever else she’s making me feel.

This “ow stop mmmmm yuck wheeeee fuckpleasestop harder owowowowowstoprightnow moreplease ” contradiction plays out in my head every time I play with someone. But the overall effect must be positive since I keep coming back for more.