"Meet me over in the corner of the parking lot." Dawn laughed, "I need something from you."
Slick with sweat, Jamie's palms slid across the steering wheel as he turned into the lot. What could she need from me this late, he wondered. Whatever it was, it would be amusing, as always. Sometimes Dawn's midnight summons were for playful chit chat. Other times, they turned into whimsical sexual explorations where he was not always, or even usually, on top of things.
An image of their last encounter came to mind as his eyes scanned the dark parking lot. He let the memory linger and a slow smile spread across his face. Sometimes he still woke up during the middle of the night with his wrists clenched tightly together behind his back. In the darkness it always took a few heartbeats to remember that he was alone in bed. There were no handcuffs, no one was pulling his hair. There was no one behind him either, with their hands sliding over his hips, guiding, pushing something hard and unyielding deep inside...
"There." Jamie said aloud as he recognized Dawn's van. She was in one of the more remote corners of the parking lot. That could be really good or really bad, he considered as he bit down on his bottom lip.
In the early days a remote outing hinted at some good old fashion humiliation. These days though, she seemed to delight more in public embarrassment. It was a coin toss, he decided as he pulled alongside her van, pure and simple. She was waiting for him with a grin that promised something to write about. He recognized it immediately and gave out a wistful sigh as they met.
"Glad you made it." Dawn purred, "I really needed something from you."
Jamie shifted his weight from leg to leg. He knew he was playing into something by asking this but couldn't back out now.
"Whatcha need?" he asked, trying to seem casual.
Dawn leaned back against the side of her van and flashed a grin that any girl would envy. She held up a finger, matter-of-factly, and began, sounding quite irritated by his lack of seriousness and respect.
"Well, I was on my way home, sitting at a red light and bored out of my mind, when I suddenly had a need to see you piss yourself! I thought to myself, 'Who do I know who'll piss their pants if I order them to', then I remembered that I had a bitch boy who would slurp up his own puddle if I told him to. So anyway, um, I'm going to need you to go ahead and take care of this for me."
Jamie's mouth fell open, half in amusement and half in bewilderment. "You can't be serious."
Dawn rolled her eyes in mock exasperation as Jamie's face reddened from excitement and embarrassment.
"Actually I am. So go ahead and start then. Oh, and stand over there in the light so I can see it clearly. Oh, and squat like a girl like you're suppose to now." She added. He stood there for a moment, red faced and dumbfounded. Mistaking his silence for defiance, Dawn narrowed her eyes.
"I know this might seem a little embarrassing, but think about it this way. How much more humiliating do you think it would be if I just started showing up at your work with pictures of you pissing yourself like a little baby? Do you think they'd be interested in something like that? Or maybe they'd prefer to see you prancing around in a bra and panties instead?" The horror that showed on his face was fuel and she flashed a wicked smile and continued.
"Of course, if you're dead set on not giving me my little show maybe I can just start bringing men over to your apartment every now and again to fuck you. Your ass, as pretty as it is, does belong to me, remember? Trust me when I say this, in the very near future you could become a very, VERY, popular piece of ass," leering out those last few words for effect...and it was definitely working by the piercing glare in his eyes.
She upped the ante, loving his reaction, "Maybe I could even start charging. What do you think is a fair price?"
"Wait." Jamie put up his hands in surrender, "You don't need to go into all that, I, um, I can do this for you."
"Are you really sure you don't mind?" her voice dripping with sarcasm as she fished a video recorder from her purse.
"Not at all." He returned in a very small voice. Jamie's shoulders dropped slightly. You couldn't let someone dress you up in panties, give you an over the knee spanking, fuck you up the ass, then tell them 'no' when they demanded you wet yourself. It just didn't work like that.
Jamie made a slow shuffle over to the illuminated spot where she was now pointing. He knew it was only a parking lot light but in this situation it seemed like nothing less than a spotlight.
"Forget where you are," he told his bladder as he squatted down, just let yourself go. He waited a full minute before managing a slight trickle.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to do a bit better then that." Dawn winced, shaking her head. "There has to be a puddle under you, that's the rule."
Jamie held up his hands apologetically. "I'm sorry, this might take a minute, you see, I went before coming I got your call." Dawn rolled her eyes again, reaching inside her bag for a litre of water. Popping the squirt top open, she squeezed his face, opening his mouthhole. With a firm grip she shot several mls of water down the back of his throat, setting off his gag reflex.
There we go, prec-ious, just suck it all down, that's good; until the bottle is empty."
Squatting back down, Jamie ordered himself to release. It wasn't long before he felt the kiss of warm wetness on his inner thigh. It lasted only a moment though, then trickled to a stop. Getting nervous now, he pushed harder. Nothing. "Damn it!" he silently cursed as he examined the stain. It was barely palm-sized.
"Must I do everything by myself?" Dawn asked as she took his hand and led him back to the van. "Lay down on the ground." She instructed in a tone that warned him not to argue. "There, just like that, now, don't move an inch or I promise I'll piss all over your face." To Jamie's surprise she began to lift her skirt.
"Wait, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Helping you," his tormentor answered calmly as she pulled her dark panties to the side. There were small white letters on the blue panties which read 'I make boys cry.' It was everything he could do to be obedient for her; not to reach up to touch the moist cunt he so fantasized about fucking until she screamed.
"You'd better be grateful!" The order brought him around again. "and I want to hear a 'Thank You Mistress' when I'm done." With that, she squatted over him and let out a long torrent of fresh, sharp urine.
It splashed against his crotch and sprayed up. He recoiled slightly when it hit his face and he wondered, absentmindedly, if Her video camera was waterproof. "I warned you, stop moving or I'm going to go on your face." Jamie lay there, waiting as the wetness gathered on his crotch then slowly spread out. The warmth trickled up his belly and to the sternum before splitting and running down his sides. It wasn't long before he was lying in a puddle. When it was all over she gave a little wipe with her hands, smearing the last bits onto hip lips.
The last new droplets fell on his forehead and traced a warm trail down the side of one cheek. "That's much better. Now clean me with your tongue." He did as he was told, arching his back so that he could lick the last beads from the folds of her pussy. It was slightly salty, he decided, and mingled well with her natural flavor.
