Daisy couldn't look at him. She was suddenly fighting back tears.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
Suddenly he was on top of her, straddling her belly. His cock was out, and then Daisy found herself spitting piss out of her open mouth. "Ugh!" she managed before another splash filled her mouth. She spat it out and turned her head to the side. It didn't stop him. She felt the warm liquid spatter across her face, soaking her hair, running down her throat. He pissed on her tits as well, soaking every inch in urine. The stream felt oddly arousing against her nipples, but Daisy was so humiliated she could barely recognize the sensation as the nubs stiffened.
The most humiliating was when he stood at the foot of the bed and pissed between her thighs. He soaked her entire pussy, even placing the head against her lips to piss in between them. She felt him direct the stream onto her aching asshole next, then down her thighs and over her belly.
At last the flow stopped, and she heard him zip up his trousers. "You'll lie in that for the rest of the day," he told her cruelly. "When you have to piss, you just let it go like you usually do. You'd just better hope you don't have to shit until I get back."
Daisy cried when he left, already feeling the piss growing cold on and beneath her naked body.
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Around noon, Daisy woke from a disturbed sleep, feeling a bit of pressure in her bladder. She must not have emptied it entirely the night before, she thought. After half an hour of dozing and waking suddenly, she had had enough. She was already covered in piss-what harm could this do?
The first squirt was thrilling. With her arms and legs secured, she had no control over her position or where she did it. She could only relax her muscles and let the pee leak out. When it did, the ease of it startled her, and she stopped immediately. There was something very freeing about it, but it also made her feel very naughty.
The second squirt lasted a little longer. Daisy could feel the pee puddling between her thighs before soaking into the sheets. It was warm and dirty. She imagined her swollen cunt expelling the liquid freely, squirting it not only on this bed but wherever she liked. She remembered pissing her jeans in the parking lot and felt a wave of shame wash over her. But then another squirt escaped, and her fantasy changed. She was now standing in the main aisle of the parking lot in her cropped top and skin-tight jeans. People were standing around her, both men and women, and she was peeing freely. Piss flooded down her legs and dribbled directly from the sodden crotch onto the pavement below. Guys were watching her and masturbating openly; women were rubbing their own nipples through thin shirts or sliding up short skirts to play with their naked pussies.
Then suddenly Daisy was at home. She wasn't alone. She didn't know why, but her mother was in the room with her, her mother whom she didn't like, didn't respect. Even more inexplicably, her mother was lying on the floor. Daisy was standing over her in a skirt. When she pulled the skirt up, she was naked underneath. Her mother saw the swell of her pussy and cried out that she was disgusting, unnatural, a slut and a sex addict. When Daisy began to piss on her, she spluttered and didn't say anything more. Daisy pissed all down the length of her, even squatted over her face to piss directly into her mouth. When she was finished, she ordered her mother to lick her clean.
Daisy woke from the dream with a gasp. She must have fallen asleep even as she was pissing the bed. She was no longer peeing, although she knew she still had urine left, but she was extremely aroused. She knew her juices were bubbling out of her pussy even if she couldn't see them. She frantically wished she could touch herself, but her hands were firmly secured to the bedposts.
Daisy wondered why she had dreamt that thing about her mother. She didn't feel any sexual attraction towards her, not the way she did towards her father, or had towards Shawna. She wondered if it was a power thing. She imagined herself again, crouched over her mother, forcing the older woman to lick out her pussy. She felt her pussy spasm a little with arousal. Daisy forced a little more piss out, imagining she was peeing on her mother's tongue, deep between her fat lips.
Then suddenly she felt the stirring in her bowels, and her blood ran cold. She would piss the bed, but she would not shit in it. That was a new low even her father hadn't coaxed from her. The movement inside her sent tremors through her body, and Daisy realized this was part of the reason she was so aroused. She was always turned on when she needed to go to the bathroom. She could feel the pressure inside her, widening her and stimulating nerve endings as it went.
Now she needed to be careful. If she peed, she was more likely to let everything go, but she also knew that the fullness of her bladder was placing additional pressure on her bowels. Concentrating very hard, Daisy let out another squirt of piss. She yelped as a bit of gas escaped from her anus. "Fuck!" she moaned at the ceiling.
