I'm Jeff, renamed Jill by my fiancés boyfriend, Jack. In a previous chapter, Jack and Jill went up the hill and Jill sucked Jack's cock. I mention that now because I just realized the nursery rhyme connection.
The first five chapters catalogue my experience of becoming Tina and Jack's slave on the way to becoming Tina's husband. Tina is my master but when Jack's there he runs the show. Tine became my fiancé the night we met, when took over my life. I don't know about you, but I find that fascinating.
It was Sunday morning and I had spent another night with Tina. We watched movies and talked and got to know each other better. She said, "Jack's coming back tomorrow and bringing one or more people with him."
"What's up," I asked.
"You have to get used to being humiliated in front of strangers. You're comfortable with Jack and me, so we have to up the ante by bringing other people over. You've come to love humiliation, so you're going to love it. I'm sure there will be embarrassing and awkward moments, but you're a natural sex slave, you can deal with it." She had a way of normalizing the absurdly uncommon with the nonchalance of a person describing the activities at a family picnic in Central Park. She revealed things to me as if I couldn't reasonably have objections to any of it.
Jack and his friends didn't come by until late Sunday afternoon. The friends were a woman that Tina knew named Clair, and a guy she didn't know named Brice. I answered the door wearing a French maid's outfit: stocking, garter, short black and white dress (the stereotypical Halloween costume variety) and no panties this time. I invited them in and they all went to the living room. Jack sat in his favorite chair and Clair and Brice joined Tina on the couch.
Tina wore the usual: stockings, garter, white panties and this time a black satin mini dress a couple inches lower than her crotch. She looked stunning, as did Clair. Clair wore a dark-blue mini dress but with matching panties underneath. Once we settled into the living room, Clair and Tina both sat carelessly, with knees parted enough to be showing off their sexy, shiny, nylon panties. Both of the women noticed me staring at Clair's crotch.
Clair and Brice were talking loud, as if they had been drinking. Clair loudly announced "Your slave's looking at my crotch."
"That's cause for punishment," Tina responded.
"Show Clair that neat trick he does," Jack said.
"You mean the piss thing?"
"What's this," Clair asked.
"I've never seen anything like it. I discovered it by accident when I got a whim to piss in his mouth at the party where I met him. I dragged him in the bathroom, sat on his face and told him not to let any get on the floor. He gulped it all down. I didn't think anyone could do that. I thought he would tell me to fuck off, but damned if he didn't drink my pee without missing a drop. At the time he didn't even know he was a piss lover; he was just so taken by me that he couldn't say no."
"You're full of shit," Clair challenged. "We've been at the pub drinking beer, and I've got a full bladder."
"Since he obviously loves looking at your crotch, maybe he should get a closer look."
Brice chimed in with, "I got fifty bucks says he can't do it. I just watched Clair drink five beers."
I felt like a cheap parlor trick.
Jack said, "I'll take that bet," and the two men slapped their money on an end table.
"Put a white towel under him," Tina said. "Any piss gets on that towel and Brice wins."
Five beers, I thought. Holy fuck. Of course it wouldn't all be coming out at once, but five beers is five beers.
"Jill," Tina said. "My friend needs to use your mouth as a toilet. Lie on the floor on your back for her."
I glanced around. The men had the serious look of men with money on the line. Tina just looked determined to showcase my servitude, but Clair had an expression that reeked of entitlement and cruelty. It was clear she thought that pissing in my mouth was an appropriate way to entertain herself. My cock twitched and jumped to life at the thought of getting to taste Clair's piss and the high humiliation factor.
Tina laid out a towel and motioned for me to position myself on it. When I laid down my dress rode up, exposing my hard cock and prompting giggles from the ladies. Tina said, "It's properly small, isn't it?"
"Indeed," Clair said, as she pulled off her panties. She stood with her feet against the top of my shoulders and looked down at me. "Do you know how pathetic it is to drink someone's piss?"
"Yes," I answered.
"I gotta piss bad, and I want Brice to win the money. I'm gonna piss hard and you're gonna choke."
"Enough already," Jack said. "Quit playing head games. Sit and piss." I liked the Jack's impatience and the way he took control.
I watched intently as Clair lowered her pussy to my mouth. I locked on, knowing by then the best mouth position for not missing a drop. Clair squatted until her pussy was hard against my mouth. She made a slight grunting sound and then a torrent of pee poured out of her, shooting hard into my mouth and forcing me to start gulping fast to keep up. She pissed and pissed. It tasted awesome; must have been craft beer. Hard as she tried to overwhelm me, I got every drop. Even Brice cheered at the impossible feat I had just pulled off.
