T has been mentioning for a while now that she wants to condition me, Pavlov-style, to fear a specific brand of water bottles. It started with a bdsm event we were at; it was the first time we’d done piss play. She made me drink her piss from a plastic water bottle that she’d filled up in the bathroom a few minutes earlier. Afterward, we joked that every time I saw that brand of water somewhere, I’d cower in fear. But then her eyes lit up, and I saw her tucking away an idea in her head for later.
It’s later. When we were out the other day, she bought a case of this brand of water. A case. 24 bottles. I never know when she’s going to spring it on me. She could come at me with a bottle of her piss at any time. We could be playing, or we could be out with friends, on a date, or just sitting at home. Her enjoyment is inversely proportional to mine- The more I squirm and gag, the more she smiles and enjoys it.
Currently, whenever I see this brand of water, I just chuckle to myself. But she wants to induce real fear in me whenever I see it. Not a phobia or anything debilitating, but a genuine fear response. It’s something I’d rather not go through with, but at the same time, I don’t see it as being harmful or detrimental to my life. I trust her, and I do what she wants me to do.