Lisa drove us to my shop that morning. From the moment we awakened she had taken the reins. The night before I'd used her hard, so it fit perfectly with the switchy character of our relationship. When I got into the passenger seat of her car, I noticed a bag from Desiree's Dungeon that was a sure sign she had some new game in mind. I enjoy serving Lisa and her wicked ways as much as I enjoy using her when the ball's in my court, so today promised to be delicious, naughty fun at my expense.
The Surf Punks song, "And Then the Cops Came," was playing on the stereo as we drove along the beach. It was certainly an appropriate choice for us. Those crazy rich boys from Malibu were a favorite of mine, and apparently Lisa enjoyed them as well. "Water Sports" was playing as we pulled to a stop in front of the shop.
Immediately upon entering she turned to me with a stern demeanor, "strip, slut."
"Yes Miss Lisa."
I quickly yanked my Hobie t-shirt over my head, doffed my board shorts and adopted the presentation pose. She circled me in full Domme mode, handling me casually. She cupped my balls, hefting them as if judging their weight.
"These babies feel nice and full for me."
"They are Miss Lisa."
"If I let you cum later, I'll expect a generous load."
"I always give you all I've got, Miss."
She squeezed hard and I whimpered at the deep ache. She rolled them against each other forcefully, increasing the pain.
"That hurt?"
"Yes, Miss," I choked out, fighting to maintain control.
"Good."
She released them, then administered a sharp slap that mixed a sharp sting with the deeper pain. I yelped and fought back tears.
"Grab your ankles bitch boy."
As I obeyed, my sphincter twitched, as if it knew full well why I was adopting this position. She caressed my butt cheeks, slipped her fingertips into my crack, and spread me open.
"You have such a pretty fuck hole."
"Thank you, Miss Lisa."
"I've been thinking about fucking you for a few days."
"Yes, Miss."
"You need a good fucking, don't you?"
"I do, Miss."
"Good boy. Beg me for it."
"Please fuck me, Miss."
"You can do better than that, slut."
"Miss Lisa, please fuck your horny slut in his randy fuck hole."
"That's more like it."
I twerked a little to invite her. She scoffed and smacked my right cheek as hard as she could making me nearly straighten from the impact and leaving a vicious sting. She quickly delivered another to my other cheek. Her fingers then found my crack and she teased my puckered opening with first one fingertip, then two, slipping them in to the first knuckle dry.
"You love being my bitch, don't you fuck boy."
"Yes, Miss, I love when you use me."
"You're such a slut."
"Yes, Miss, your slut."
"You'll suck a cock for me and open your ass for a thorough fucking, won't you?"
I nodded with a sheepish smile.
"And you'll love giving me that submission, won't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"See that bag from Desi's shop?"
She pointed toward it sitting on the floor across the room.
"Yes, Miss."
"Get it and bring it here."
She gave me a hard swat on the ass to send me scurrying for the bag. I was pretty sure what the bag contained based on the shape. That knowledge made my balls draw up defensively. She grinned wickedly when I handed the bag to her.
"Ankles."
I bent at the waist to grab my ankles as she stepped behind me brandishing the smoothly finished wooden humbler. She grabbed a handful and pulled my balls out behind me. It took a couple of minutes for her to loosely position the sections around my scrotum. I cringed at the potential mistreatment she might have in mind for my trapped jewels.
When she'd tightened the wingnuts to firmly trap me, she delivered a stinging swat with her hand. I yelped and pulled away.
"Stay still bitch boy. Those balls are mine today, correct?"
"Yes, Miss Lisa, your balls."
She delivered another swat and strode away toward the bed.
"Heel."
I followed her on hands and knees to the edge of the bed where she lay down on her back with her spread legs dangling to the floor. Her gorgeous gash was spread invitingly, glistening with her sweet juices enticing me. I needed no instruction to come closer and bring my mouth where I could extend my tongue to sample her. I knew what she liked and got right to it.
The position she'd adopted offered her pussy perfectly and my tongue easily slipped into her hot wetness. She sighed happily as I tongue fucked her slowly, probing as deep as I could. From past experience with her delightful womanhood, I knew that this would quickly prepare her for a full-frontal assault on her swelling pearl.
She combed her fingers into my shaggy flow encouraging my oral worship. The increased flow of silky juices told me it was time to give her clit an initial exploratory tongue flick, which was rewarded by a deep moan and her hand pulling my head tighter to her sweet oozing snatch.
"Yes, baby, just like that. God how I love your mouth."
I could only mumble indistinctly since the cat had my tongue, but she got the message and I'm sure the vibrations from my grunting accentuated the actions of my mouth.
It wasn't one specific thing that aroused me so incredibly when I had my face buried between her lithe thighs feasting on her perfect pussy, but the entirety of the experienced never failed to make my cock rock hard. That combined with the position made the humbler tug painfully against my balls. Of course, that played perfectly into the day's switch. Lisa and I were such an amazing fit, flipping roles seamlessly to accommodate our panoply of perversities.
I raised up for a moment, looked up with my face glistening with her sweet nectar, "I love you so fucking much," and quickly returned to my meal.
As I flogged her clit with my tongue she rocked her hips, controlling the contact to her liking. The rhythm of her motions guided me to meet her and the contraction of her core told me she was getting close, so I worked harder to drive her over the falls. When she came it was massive, making her cry out and buck her
hips as she squirted a flood of cum mixed with a bit of pee I thought.
She clutched my head tightly amid spasms of release. She shook and quivered for minutes as her climax gradually diminished. I remained still except for my mouth gently drinking her flow.
"I think I peed a little."
"I think so."
"Was that okay?"
"Very okay, Mistress."
"Maybe we should explore that further."
"If it would please you."
"Water Sports. The Surf Punks."
"Exactly."
"I think I would like to train you to be my urinal. That could be really fucking hot."
"Yes, Mistress."
"The idea excites you?"
"I think so."
She popped up from the bed and headed for the shower. When we got there, she began to loosen the wing nuts on the humbler. Once the device was opened she slipped it off.
"Thank you, Mistress."
"It'll make it easier for you to lie flat on your back. I think we should try this in the shower the first time. We don't want the bed to get wet if you can't handle this."
"Okay, I'll do my best."
She stroked my cheek gently.
"I'm sure you will, baby."
Once I was lying flat on the shower floor, she squatted above me. Her pussy was poised over my face. I tried to raise my head, a new wave of hunger for her impelling me to taste whatever she gave me, as it always did.
"Easy tiger, we've got plenty of time. Are you ready?"
I nodded eagerly, smiling up at her.
"Yes, Mistress."
The first gush of her stream still took me by surprise as it splattered on my face. She'd tried to direct it toward my mouth, but spray struck me more broadly. A few drops found my eyes, stinging and making me turn my head. She managed to stop her flow and let me clear my face.
"Do you want to stop?"
"I think this might work better if you lower yourself so you can really just piss in my mouth, Mistress."
"Would you like that?"
"I think so."
"Mmm, that's really hot."
"I really need to please you, and it should be easier that way."
She deepened her squat to bring her lovely folds to my mouth and spread them with two fingers to expose her pee hole and centered it on my parted lips.
"Ready?"
"Yes, "
I braced myself for the expected powerful jet of her golden offering that began quickly and forcefully, immediately filling my mouth with her hot, bitter excretion. I swallowed quickly, but some overflowed to cascade down my cheeks and onto the shower floor. I continued gulping down her pee until the stream tapered and eventually eased to a dribble.
"I don't need to ask you about how that made you feel."
She reached down to take hold of my rigid cock.
"I will have to train you to become better so we can do it in bed without messing the sheets."
"Yes, Mistress."
