(Authors Note: This is the final part of my Gwen The Pissmop stories. Although you could read it as a stand alone story I think it would make more sense and show the whole progression of the story and characters if you had read the others beforehand. Please take the time to vote or comment, they are appreciated. Thanks)
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I climbed the steps at the front of my fiancΓ©e Gwen's house with some degree of trepidation. I could hear the raucous sounds of the hen party inside and to be frank, they scared me. Inside that house, I knew, was not just Gwen and her sister Sarah but a gaggle of frenzied, drunk females most of whom really didn't like me. Some in fact, despised me and thought me the worst example of human kind on the face of the planet, and maybe they were correct. After all they were a collection of sluts that I had paid money to film while getting pissed on (and other such kinky fetishes).
I hesitated at the door. Took a deep breath, was I really ready to do this? Was I ready to become a pissmop myself? My life and career had been on the other side of the camera up to now, directing the increasingly bizarre action before me. Enjoying debasing my starlets, desperate as they were for money or stardom. Now I had agreed (god I had suggested it to Gwen, hadn't I?) to become one myself, the main attraction of this night of celebration. As I finally plucked up the courage to ring the door bell I shivered in a strange mixture of dread and relish.
I rang the doorbell and the world seemed to freeze for a moment until the door swung open and the noise of loud music and the blood chilling cackle of a gaggle of drunken young females assaulted my ear drums. What greeted my eyes was certainly more appealing. Standing in the doorway was my future sister-in-law, Sarah, and she was looking as hot as I had seen her. Her red hair was beautifully straight and shiny and framed her clear, white complexion perfectly. She was dressed in a tiny silver, tied back top that showed masses of cleavage and midriff and a tiny black mini skirt that allowed a glimpse of the tops of her black stockings. She flashed me a mischievous smile.
"You're here at last, we were beginning to think you had chickened out."
I tried to speak but words struggled from my mouth and allowed Sarah to take my hand and lead me inside. We passed through the hallway and caught a quick glimpse of the festivities in the large living room. Gwen was central, dressed in a fancy dress that I couldn't quite make out and surrounding her were a bevy of beauties all glasses in hand getting drunk as quickly as possible. A couple turned to see me being led past the door and the news seemed to spread like wildfire as I heard a terrific screeching and cheering seconds later as Sarah opened the bathroom and led me inside.
It was a spacious bathroom and once we were both inside Sarah locked the bolt and faced me. She had obviously had quite a few drinks and was on the very edge of being drunk but had enough about her to tell me to strip off. Nervously, thinking I had made a huge mistake, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt but drink and the heady atmosphere of her sisters twisted bridal shower had obviously overtaken Sarah and she reached out and tore the garment from my body, throwing it to a corner of the room. She delved her thin fingers to my belt and swiftly undid it and yanked my trousers and boxers off, leaving me before her sporting nothing but a nervous smile and, yes, an erection. Sarah's clear blue eyes met mine and for the briefest of moments she sank to her knees before me, rolled her hand along the length of my cock and stole a quick kiss to it's helmet before rising and plucking a pair of handcuffs from the hook on the back of the door.
"Turn around Pissmop!" she demanded of me, trying to keep the amusement from her voice.
A lot of this had been agreed beforehand and Sarah was just acting up to her 'part' (a pair of cameras set in the roof and wall were recording this evening for posterity). I turned my back to Sarah reluctantly and she grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back and firmly handcuffed my hands behind my back. She gave my stiff cock one more quick rub before guiding me into the cream coloured bathtub and instructing me to kneel submissively on it's floor.
"Tell us what you are?"
I looked straight into the lens of the camera in the wall and spoke.
"I am a Pissmop. Tonight I will be the pissmop for all the women at my fiancΓ©e's bridal shower and they have license to use me in whatever way they like."