He was coming over in a few hours. I instructed him not to shower at all that day, even after working out. I wanted him raw. I wanted to smell just him without soaps or any other artificial smells. Just him in his natural state.
I started preparing myself by drinking a lot of water. He had told me he wanted me to pee on him but I had never done that before and wasn't sure I wanted to. But this time I was angry with him. I can't remember what it was exactly but surely another instance where he made me feel secondary. He had given me the tip to drink lots of water before attempting to do it. So I started early. I put on my highest stilettos and a mini skirt but no underwear. I didn't want to be encumbered and I wasn't going to let him touch me. I put on a push up bra that made me feel sexy and powerful. And a tank top over that. I was going to reveal everything, but slowly.
Finally he arrived. He came in and I told him to take off his clothes. I stood behind him while he took off his shirt then shorts. In my stilettos, I was slightly taller than him. It was perfect for taking control. He turned around and I noticed he was already getting hard. I grabbed his cock and started walking, pulling him behind me by his hard dick. I could feel him getting harder in my hand with every step. I walked slowly, deliberately. He was silent.