Wallowing in Her Piss

As she had instructed me my brain went down and yet further down. I couldn’t imagine speaking or moving.

I knelt, not knowing what might come next.

She said “Your new life will begin.

“Pull that stool into the closet.”

I obeyed.

Then she handcuffed my arms behind me. She grabbed the heavy sandpaper and put it on the stool. Ordering me to sit she grabbed my testicles and locked them tightly to the stool forcing me to sit and shut the door. Alone in the dark I tried to rise but could not. The scraping across my buttocks was held back by the jerk on my balls as tried to move away.

Unable to relax I tried helplessly to balance the pain on my bottom against the pain between my legs I was insoluble. I sat there in the dark fidgeting, hoping to rest but unable to.

Steadily I grew both more tired and tense.

Finally the closet door opened. She unlocked me and without speaking pulled me by my balls behind her. She took me outside and had me kneel on the ground beside the back porch. I found myself locked tightly in place.

As I sat there she raised her dress and pissed on me. Her urine traced across my head, face and body. Saying nothing she went inside and left me outside and alone stinking.

I sat on the dirt wondering how long I’d be left alone in my own backyard.

It seemed a very, very long time as I lay there helplessly in the dark. Finally the back door opened. And she pissed on me again. Then she unlocked me from the porch and yanked me behind her back into the house.

She dragged me to the bathroom and ordered me into the tub. Locking me in place she told me that the tub was where I’d sleep that night. I lay there in her stench unable to relax or get comfortable.

Waiting to learn what would come next.

Continued in Part 8.

Originally posted 2007-11-30 20:13:07. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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