It seemed like it had been the longest winter ever, but it was finally in the low 70s and the sky was the picturesque blue with billowing white clouds you could almost touch. This weather always brought out my playful side, and I woke up feeling so happy. I had completed my initial morning tasks, given Sir his wake-up blow job, and as he does every Sunday, he fell right back asleep. I also grabbed the newspaper and set it outside Blair's room. She was not a morning person like Sir and I, so she prefers quiet alone time before coming out.
I ran into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed, landing just short of ending up on top of Sir. He rolled over and his back was now to me. I bounced on my knees giggling and chanting, "wakey wakey, Sir!" He grumbled and turned towards me, a grumpy look on his face. I gave him a look that was equally as adorable as his was irritated and watched as his eyes lightened and his grimace softened into a smile. "You can't even be mad at me, Sir. I'm too cute, and it's way too nice out!"
"I might not be able to stay angry, sweetie, but I need not be upset with you to torment you." He smirked as my giggles quickly faded to a singular gasp of arousal and fear. "Am I mistaken?"
"No, Sir. You can torment me for any reason you like." I responded, knowing I was sealing my fate and ensuring my torture would take place today. I loved the way the lust and trepidation blended together to intoxicate me, to make me putty in his hands. I adored feeling pliable. It is effortless to be malleable for Sir; I am beholden to obey his every desire, compelled to please him in every way I can. To do so brings tranquility. Besides, I am a complete perv, and it makes my slit leak to imagine what he might do to me.
I was going to find out just how much fun Sir wanted to have today, and it was possibly a little more than I was prepared for.
"Go get your we-vibe and the inflatable plug." He was stern. It was no time for me to push.
"Yes Sir. Which plug Sir?" Yes, we owned more than one inflatable butt plug! "The vibrating one." "Yes, Sir." "With the remote."
"Yes Sir." I walked purposefully to the playroom across the hall and grabbed the items I was told to retrieve. I was starting to get excited. Two remote controlled items were better than one, right? I had no idea.
I arrived back to the master bedroom to find Sir standing at the foot of the bed. I placed the toys near his hand and kneeled at his feet.
Sir gestured for me to bend over the bed, ass in the air, legs spread, both holes available for intrusion. Before he even touched me, I was whining.
"Do you have a question? Anything you'd like to ask before I begin?" Sir rarely offered me to opportunity to make requests prior to scenes. Well, he rarely denied the asking of any questions in general, but to actively make a point of offering hinted that there might be something I may want to ask.
"Um, Sir, I haven't gone to the bathroom yet today. May I please go wee before I am filled?" It had been a couple months since Sir had discovered, i.e. I had exposed, my fetish for omorashi, the forced holding of urine, being denied release until almost wetting oneself, or for many enthusiasts, eventual self-wetting is unavoidable. I was not so interested in the wetting portion, but the being made to hold it, forced water intake, the panic that coincides, and knowing that whether or not I was completely humiliated and brought to the point of failing to control even the most basic of my bodily functions was in Sir's control. Since my confession of my omorashi fetish, I have been required to get permission to relieve myself. Of course, since I can not even make such a simple decision, I could not possibly be expected to use what Sir calls "big girl" words to ask either. He knows it brings me down another level to have to ask to go "wee."
"No, of course you may not go wee, sweetie, but I am so glad you asked. Go grab a depends unless you want to chance going out in big girl panties." I gasped in pure dread. I did not want in any way to wet myself. It was not a limit, but I liked to think I had all these caveats that Sir would respect about how a scene with that would happen if it ever did, but the only rule he religiously followed was: Don't break the toy. (Respect limits.) Degrading and humiliating me would be of no concern to him. Shit, he'd get off on it.
I ran to get the adult diapers he made me buy, but had never made me wear. It had to be better than having an obvious accident. Hopefully it would only be us who knew it was even on my body. I placed it next to the toys and kneeled again. He began again, "Over the bed. Any final questions?" I had none other than the one I had already requested, and his answer was quite clear. "No, thank you, Sir." I timidly replied.
Sir inserted the plug first, opting benevolently to leave it in its base deflated state. Next was the we-vibe. He made sure it was placed just right, the inside sitting right against my g-spot and the outer piece sitting firmly between my lips and centered directly on my newly captive clitoris. Testing his handiwork, Sir paired the vibrator and turned it on. I was fucked. So fucked. He put on the diaper and I was mortified just to be wearing it, and we hadn't even left the house. Finally I donned my day collar that is more subtle for use in the vanilla world. It is made of sterling silver, and like any decent collar, it requires a key to unlock. Sir has it on his keys and a spare at home. He locked my badge of submission, the token of his ownership securely around my throat.
We went on with our relatively uneventful morning until we decided to go out for a picnic in the park. It was so gorgeous and Sir knew how much both Blair and I loved this weather. But Blair is a coffee fiend, so she wanted to go to Starbucks first, and Sir was feeling giving today, so he claimed. We sat on the patio and I told Sir I wasn't thirsty when he asked what I'd like to drink. He blamed the humidity, but we both knew it was forced drinking to make my bladder fuller, but he did not let me skip a beverage. He just confirmed my response and headed to the barista inside.
When he returned, he had two regular sized cups of coffee, or whatever Blair was drinking today. A red eye or Americano. I can't keep it all straight. All I know for sure is that Sir had ordered iced coffee for me, but he had gotten a trenta size! Thirty-one ounces! On an empty bladder, that would be too much, but Sir was sending me a strong message. I received it loud and clear. I would not try to cheat my way into making my suffering less. It was for his enjoyment. Usually I get iced tea, but I am sure Sir picked coffee for its diuretic effect. Great.
Blair and Sir began sipping their drinks. Sir watched as I fidgeted, afraid to drink my coffee. He raised his eyebrows, imploring me to drink. My pulse became more rapid as I fidgeted even more. I felt pressure building inside my asshole. I immediately started drinking, understanding exactly what was happening. The plug stopped inflating, but it did not deflate, nor did I expect it to. I silently cursed myself for not having just drank when I knew I was expected to. Now there would be additional pressure too.
Blair laughed at my discomfort, and I knew immediately who had control of my ass. I looked at Sir, jaw agape, shocked that he had shared my dilemma with her. Why I was surprised I truly don't know, because she was only around to be his and to add to my suffering for him. I could feel my cheeks flush with heat as she enjoyed seeing my enlightenment.
I closed my mouth and looked at Sir, relaxing any tension from my brows and lips especially. I wanted to show reverence and not make my suffering worse in the wrong ways, only the ones he enjoyed. I could see the approval in his eyes and in the nod of his head toward the twenty-eight or so ounces still remaining to drink of the giant coffee. I drank through the familiar green straw without breaking eye contact, and it reminded me of earlier today when I took Sir in my mouth. I think all three of us must have had the same thought all at once, because as I sucked every drop of coffee through that straw, Sir turned on the inner vibe very low, just rolling like a wave, and I felt the rear vibrator awaken at the exact same time. I had to work to not let my arousal become audible or obvious to anyone around us. Keeping my hips still was damn near impossible. I drank the whole trenta, though, and upon the final sip, all vibration ceased, leaving not only the oversized Starbucks cup, but also both of my tight holes feeling so empty.
"Shall we head off then to the square?" Sir asked eagerly, as if he had something else planned. Of course he did. He always did.
Upon standing, I felt the weight of my now very full bladder, and gravity's additional pressure made no attempt to ease my burden. It seemed that would only happen in one way that I was dreading.
