Introduction:
This story is inspired by and in tribute to some of the women of this site who go in for the edgier and more extreme kinks and fetishes. I hope they appreciate it.
WARNING:
This chapter goes to some extremely disgusting places, but it feels true to the story and the character's experience.
Brief Recap:
The relationship between CapCunt & Kit-5 evolved as they started sharing each other with their respective Doms. When Kit-5 revealed she'd started seeing a Domme, it caused CapCunt to look deep inside herself, and admit that events had changed her, and she really did seem to be bisexual. A Domme took her in for training after that, and it was more intense than her experiences with her usual male Doms. But that Domme kicked her loose after CapCunt completed her training, and set her up with another Domme in Chicago.
Now comes...the most disgusting experience of my journey so far. I went through this ordeal, and saw it though, even though it still makes me shudder to think about it. I will understand if you skip this chapter. At least you only have to read about it.
That Saturday in Chicago came up. I dutifully drove up there and entered the restaurant of the Hotel Carlyle right on time. I didn't have any idea how to find this new Domme, since ToC hadn't offered me any clues on that front. I understood Toc well enough to know that our communication was over with. I lingered by the entrance, hoping someone would stand out, when the Maître D just took me by the elbow and led me to a table. He sat me down across from a woman who was probably in her mid-to-late 50's. She was definitely heavier than me. Her long dark brown dyed-hair parted in the middle, with just a slight wave to it, like she was trying to decide between hippie or Goth. It framed a round face with a bit of a craggy scowl. She certainly projected a profound disinterest in the world. Her dress suit looked like expensive executive dress wear. She could have been the sister of my first Domme. Upon later reflection, I strongly suspect she was.
I knew my place with these dominants by now, and waited for her to speak. She acknowledged my presence with her eyes, but that was it. She ordered me a garden salad and a glass of water, while she eat her seafood pasta dish. She'd been there early enough to get started on her meal. I guess I wasn't dinner companion material. When the waiter left, she spoke.
"I am Goddess Angelica, and I am in charge of your next phase of training. When your plate arrives, eat the entire salad, and then sit there quietly like a good girl."
I ate my salad and drank my water in silence. Goddess Angelica worked on her meal at a leisurely pace, while I sat demurely, with my hands in my lap, like a good girl. It seemed to take forever. Finally she moved her plate aside, signed her bill, and got up.
"Let's go."
Goddess Angelica guided me by the elbow, first to the elevator, then up to her floor, and to her suite. Once inside, she stood me in the center of the room and started stripping me from behind. There was nothing erotic about this. It was mechanical, methodical. As she stripped me, I looked around. The suite was spacious, far out of my price range. Was I a high-priced whore now? Was she going to use me and pay me for it afterwards? Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, considering what I'd paid in gas to get up here.
There was a round table in front of the picture window, close to the bed. It was covered with a pretty extensive collection of BDSM gear. Flogger, crop, strap, paddle, gags, cuffs, plugs, etc. Goddess Angelica went to get some cuffs and a collar, and cuffed my wrists and ankles. The matching black leather collar went on last. I felt at home, like I was back at the ranch. That feeling didn't last.
Now that I was stripped, collared and cuffed, she felt me up. Her hands wandered my body and squeezed, poked and fondled. From the back of my neck down to my thighs. She didn't come in close enough to hug my body while she did this. There was a perfunctory feeling about it, as if I was a new piece of property to be examined.
I really didn't know what to make of her, or how I still felt surrendering myself to a woman. I certainly wasn't attracted to either of these women sexually. And yet, I did respond to her casually detached air of dominance. My cunt was starting to get wet.
Goddess Angelica guided me into the bathroom, and into the shower. She pressed down on my shoulders to get my knees on a towel she'd placed there. Then she clipped my wrist and ankle cuffs together in back of me, hog-tying me. I still hadn't heard a word from her since we'd left the restaurant. But I guess she expected me to know how to obey, and I guess I did, thanks to my first Domme's training. Then she just left me there to go back into the main room. This was a new experience entirely, being bound on my knees in a shower, and it gave me a foreboding feeling. I'd roamed around on F*t enough to know what it could mean, and I didn't know that that was something I could go through.
Goddess Angelica came back after a few minutes. She was stark naked now, and carried something metallic in her hand. She was a BBW all right. She was even taller than Kit-5, which helped distribute the pounds some, and there was some serious muscle there. She must have done some weight training. She came right into the shower, squatted down, and started inserting the object into my mouth. It was an O-ring gag! I'd seen so many pictures of these, but I'd never seen one before...or tasted one. She got it situated in my mouth, and strapped it tight around my head. My mouth was now forced open. It was extremely uncomfortable. I hoped I'd be able to get used to it. It also seemed to confirm what was coming.
Goddess Angelica then stood up, turned around, put her hands on her knees, and bent and squatted enough to get her large ass in my face. Ew. It smelled like a butt, what can I say? Time seemed to stand still as Goddess Angelica just held that pose. She didn't say anything. Her ass covered my field of vision now. I was touching it with the tip of my nose. I could have reached out and licked it if I'd wanted to. I didn't, by the way. With it being so still and quiet in that shower, I became acutely aware of her breathing. And then, her body seemed to relax a bit...
And it came, just what I was afraid of. A tiny bit of pee flowed out of her. I felt like I was watching in it in slow motion as it drifted down to land on my breast.
I had now officially been pee'ed on. I had an instant flashback to that van, which was my first experience with pee. The drive had lasted longer than either Kit-5 or I could hold it, and we'd both soaked the mattress we were bound on when we pee'ed on it. We'd been forced to lay on that urine-soaked mattress for the rest of the journey, bouncing around on some rough mountain dirt roads. The look of humiliation on Kit-5's face mirrored how I felt.
For the rest of our week of captivity, we were made to squat outside in the dirt and piss and shit while Duke & Sado-Chick watched us. It was another utterly humiliating experience. But of course, after a week of something like that, you get used to it. Kit-5 and I reached a degree of intimacy with our captors and each other where it became almost second nature to go right away once we'd been led out of our cage in the mornings.
My previous Domme Toc had also made me pee in front of her. But that was the extent of my watersports experience, and it had seemed more than enough for me. Neither Kit-5 and I, or any of the Doms I'd fucked, had shown any interest in piss-play. But I guess with all the wild chances I was taking this year, it was only a matter of time before I ended up naked in a shower being pee'ed on.
That first trickle was just the beginning, of course. A stream came out that then turned into a flood. I was being royally pissed on, of course. She got me all over, soaking my face and chest. That damn O-ring gag! I wasn't sure what was worse, the pee spilling out of my mouth down my chin, or the taste of it as some of it went down my throat. Oh God, I was drinking this woman's pee. How had I come to this?
As the pee just kept coming, strong and yellow, I flashed back to those two drinks she'd knocked back during her dinner. Of course she had to do that.
