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On 3/12/2024 at 12:40 PM, Puddlecheckfr said:
I appreciate all the feedback and support I’ve been getting on here in my absence, it really means a lot to me and my motivation to continue writing!
Unfortunately I’ve just been super busy with some real world commitments, but this story and the world of Sage have not been far from my mind, and I’m glad some of you can say the same.
Sage, our timid narrator, and their naughty adventures will all return dirtier than ever TONIGHT!
Just noting that I didn't run off and lie like a maniacal villain, I have completely drafted this chapter twice now and lost it to the nightmare combo of my janky computer and the site's (I'm sorry) horrible backup system twice. I'm not really at my highest moment as a writer esteem-wise currently and kinda feel like this is my sign that I should throw in the towel on this story, is anybody gonna lose sleep over that or is it the right call? I don't wanna let anyone down, but I also don't wanna kill myself rewriting a chapter if ultimately no one's gonna care about it. Reading lurkers who haven't spoken up, this is your American Idol Voting moment, whether or not there is any active interest will directly determine the move here. I'm sorry that this post is more rambling and not more story, I am considerably upset and demoralized by the loss of the most recent version, it was completely ready to post.
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This has been my writing song as of late
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On 2/20/2024 at 8:05 AM, redef said:
Hot! Any updates?
On 3/6/2024 at 9:04 PM, thanks1972 said:Hopefully we get to see more of this story soon...
I appreciate all the feedback and support I’ve been getting on here in my absence, it really means a lot to me and my motivation to continue writing!
Unfortunately I’ve just been super busy with some real world commitments, but this story and the world of Sage have not been far from my mind, and I’m glad some of you can say the same.
Sage, our timid narrator, and their naughty adventures will all return dirtier than ever TONIGHT!
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23 hours ago, Puddlecheckfr said:Pissed directly out of my bedroom window for about a minute straight tonight, only catch is the file is too big for this site and EroMe won’t let me upload for 24 hours. If I haven’t posted it by this time tomorrow, someone remind me 😜
I’m nothing if not a man of my word ❤️ hope it’s as good to watch for you all as it felt to create!
(This clip also brings proof after years of heated speculation that Puddle is in fact an extreme grower as opposed to a shower, a truly rare breed.)
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Pissed directly out of my bedroom window for about a minute straight tonight, only catch is the file is too big for this site and EroMe won’t let me upload for 24 hours. If I haven’t posted it by this time tomorrow, someone remind me 😜
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Excited to see what all Lakeisha has to teach 😋
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(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance#4: The Game Begins
I was officially in deep, no more delusions about this being behind me or Sage being my friend, she was actively seeking to control me. To destroy me. I could hardly believe my ears when she commanded that I piss in the elevator, but I knew better than to question her at this point. As if her words had some kind of spell over me, I could already feel the freezing water that I had just downed taking its hold over my bladder, and the downward motion of the descending elevator solidified my need to go. Not waiting long enough to test her patience, I had my cock out in mere moments, not needing any further prompting to begin pissing. A muffled splatter accompanied it as it landed on the carpeted floor of the elevator, a dark puddle forming and spreading as all of my morning drink found its way out of me.
"There we go," Sage affirmed with no sign of approval, just objectivity, in her voice, "looks like you're finally starting to get your head on straight."
"Why do you keep threatening me with the video?" I finally nerved up to ask, the last few spurts still trickling, "Why can't we just do this normally?"
"What do you think 'this' is, exactly?" She asked, following up with, "Maybe you don't get it. Look up and to the right."
A tiny spherical camera, angled directly at us, red light blinking.
"There's the second video."
I realized at this point that the way she was standing, her lack of gesturing, her lack of looking at me... On the camera feed it would look like she was just standing there minding her own business while I vandalized it and made a mess.
"W-wait!" I gasped, putting my dick back in my pants hastily, "Why would you do this? Are y-"
Shushing me as she had done back when I drenched her in the bathroom, she undid my zipper and pulled my cock out, grasping it with a grip way too tight to be enjoyable in any capacity. I tried to continue questioning her through the pain of being squeezed, but she took the lead in speaking.
"There's two scenarios. The guard won't be back from her coffee break for another twenty minutes. By that point, the camera feed will have done its reset for the day, and there will be no trace of what just happened in here." Sage said with certainty, beginning to truly scare me for the first time, "The first scenario is that we allow that to happen as I've just described, and then we get off the elevator and head to work. The second scenario is that someone with mobile access to the camera feed highlights that clip, crops it before I touch you, and it's flagged on the guard's desktop for the moment she returns. Which scenario do you want to happen?"
"The... The first." I admitted with a sigh of defeat, "What do I have to do for the first?"
"You've already done the important part," she answered, showing me the elevator camera feed from her phone, "but here's the rest. I need you to stop playing, it's really aggravating me. Stop acting like this is some joke you're in on, stop acting like you understand me. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm not your friend, you're the one serving me, don't get any of that backwards. I know every corner of this resort, I know every person who works here, and they all love me. You think the guard is just randomly taking a half hour coffee break right now? You think I BROKE into your room like you're not the one staying in MY place?"
"I didn't say you broke in!" I protested.
"You didn't have to." She said with a slight laugh, "Your dumb fucking face precedes your every thought. You could never vocalize your simple feelings or your million questions, and your face would still broadcast it all just as loud. I scare you, I can see it now, and that's the right response. You've gotten off easy here for so long, but the free ride is over."
"But... But..." I managed, "Why? Why me?"
"You did it to yourself."
Work was slow that day, everything felt like it was a million miles away, and I kept feeling so strange and faint under the constant eye of the hotel's cameras. I never even paid them more than a second of mind in all my time there, yet suddenly they were constant, probing reminders that I was truly being seen everywhere by Sage. To know that I lived somewhere less restricted to her than to me, to know that the people paid to monitor the place were seemingly in agreement with her sick deal, and to know that all the while she was across from me in the same tiny shop acting like an oblivious cashier. I should've never dared to go out into the garden, I should've just stayed content to keep my naughty fun to my room, but I just had to push it. I thought this was my dream at first, but it was now clearly my nightmare; living in hell with the devil's granddaughter as my tour guide.
Having forgotten to take Sage's laundry down in the morning, I scrambled to do it on my lunch break, not getting to do any actual eating as I stressed over making sure I didn't destroy the delicate materials with the wrong washer settings. She lingered around The Shop after closing, and I had no doubts as to why, quickly retreating to the laundry room to return her now totally dried outfit. My face was hot and beet red with shame and embarrassment, eyes glued to the floor, not even looking up when I extended my hand forward to give her the clothes.
"Look." Sage said while grabbing it from me, "You need to get it under control. This is happening, this is life. The fear is warranted, but you're acting like I'm going to kill you or something. If you had failed me, you would have already hit the street at the same time the videos of you hit your mother's Facebook feed. But that hasn't happened. It will happen if you don't stop this whole abused puppy dog routine, though, it does not get very far with me. Quit acting like a hostage; show some gratitude, some enthusiasm."
"For what?" I finally cracked, done with her condescension, "What do I have to be enthusiastically grateful to you for?"
"For starters, you could be enthusiastically grateful of the fact that I didn't call the police on you when I caught you exposing yourself at work, something that anyone else in the world would've done." She said with stinging truth, "But I get the feeling that the bare minimum isn't good enough for you, so be enthusiastically grateful that tomorrow after work, you'll be joining me in the pool. You'll have a lot to be enthusiastic over in there."
And with that, I uncracked. I wasn't done, who the hell was I kidding? I mistook a little uncut slack for freedom, but just a simple promise like that was enough for the leash to yank back around my throat. I wanted to go in the pool with Sage, I wanted to know what she had planned. Truth be told, through my instinctual protesting, I was kind of getting into it. Running around to clean her piss-soaked clothes, having her break into my room to get my bladder full, her telling me when and where to let loose, I wanted to act like it was a nightmare so bad, but it was a wet dream. Sage did scare me, but that fact somehow only turned me on more. The fact that such an intimidating and composed woman had any interest in watching me piss, in feeling me piss, in pushing me to my limits, I couldn't believe it. She was right, after all. If I was doing something wrong, I wouldn't still be in that situation, so why keep questioning it? Going along with Sage meant getting to do all of the dirtiest pissing I could ever imagine, and I knew that's what was waiting for us in the pool the next day, I just had to go along with it.
To Be Continued
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I initially started writing a different memory as my second entry, and then my progress got erased and I took it as my sign to tell a different one. The one that got lost will be told eventually, but I decided that now is not the time. I guess my computer decided that for me, but whatever, same difference. After securing her blessing to bring the story to the public, this tale actually involves me and another lovely member of our very own site! And while I have been known to work fast, no, we did not meet on this site lol, the main part of this story predates my joining by around a year, and our connection is even longer than that. Now I would assume it goes without saying, but just to cover my bases, please don't go looking for the user, that is not the point of telling this story. If she chooses to reveal herself then that's awesome, but otherwise you'll have to fill in some of the blanks on your own.
"Amy" is the fictional name that I'll be applying to her for the sake of anonymity, just because there is some backstory required for this. So, Amy and I grew up going to school together, and while we had some mutual friends, we never had shared classes and were never really in shared circles, so we hardly knew each other except for "that one person who is friends with all of my friends". Now, I can't speak to my performance on her own radar, but she has always been so incredibly attractive to me, and as I mentioned in my previous entry, I don't really find people attractive overwhelmingly often, and she is veeeeeery attractive. In our shared interest of privacy I will skip my usual flowery description, suffice to say that her style is so rare and beautiful and constantly thrilling, the kind of person you imagine more often than you meet in real life. And funny enough, the first time we ever truly interacted with each other was in a sexual context.
It was late into high school when my girlfriend abruptly dumped me, which totally wrecked me because it was my first serious relationship and came as a complete shock to me. In this state of mind, I decided to finally make some kind of attempt on Amy's attention. Shy at first, I contacted her anonymously, and then after establishing interest with some... external factors, I revealed myself and everything was chill. I feel I shouldn't have to tell you all, but just in case, you should definitely not contact people in this way, I was very young and dumb and it is honestly insane that it worked at all, I would not recommend it, always be up front, because if the truth doesn't satisfy them then what are you even doing? Okay, detour aside, we entered a discussion of kinks and got into an "oh yeah? I bet you can't top this!" battle until we both arrived at the interest that all of us here share.
We had our mutual interest established, but we never ended up actually physically doing anything, and then life happened. What was just a sexting fantasy faded as high school ended and both of us branched off in life and found ourselves in different relationships. Through chance, we ended up reconnecting really majorly as great friends in young adulthood after finding many similarities in our more matured selves, beginning to occasionally hang out to smoke and listen to music or whatever. The kink was always the elephant in the room, never really addressed, but always there. One time we were watching TV at my place and she got up to use the bathroom and when she got back she made a passing reference like "Haha, remember that one time..." to which I was like "Haha, yeahh...", still not really addressing it. On one particularly hot occasion, we were out driving and she had to go and couldn't hold it so she pulled over and used the car as a shield while pissing in the grass on the side of the road. I can't say that I wasn't aroused, but she was in a relationship at the time and there was no discussion of anything kink related beforehand, so I just remained in the car with my eyes lasered forward at the empty road ahead, ears trying to focus on the radio.
But I wouldn't be including this in my legendary memory thread if it was just that, that was just the tense build up and backstory that was mounting and mounting until it boiled over. Last year, we had both gotten out of relationships and happened to bump into each other on a dating app, and it wasn't very far into matching when it was finally brought up. Actually, solely for the sake of this story, I dug up the conversation to transcribe that snippet for you:
Amy: "Are you still into piss? Could be a risky question but tbh it's my main thing"
Me: "Haha I am, the risk is why I didn't say it, I have learned not to be too open about that one... but yeah that's been one of my top things for a very long time"
And little could we know that that chain of messages would lead to all sorts of naughty, wet insanity. Now, some experiences are best saved for later, or for private remembrance only, but for the purposes of this entry, I'd love to tell you about the time that a play session left us so horny that we had to do it again with upped ante only a couple nights later. It was the Spring, and we had just established our kinky connection when we decided to have a dedicated play session to test the waters. Meeting up at my place, we passed a bong back and forth while listening to music, the backdrop for us both crushing two tall drinks each. We continued to chill there until the urge to relieve ourselves grew overwhelming, our sign to depart off for our late night fun.
Firing up a joint to pass back and forth on our walk, we made our way down a secluded walking trail over to a nearby pond, which was buzzing with frogs and turtles as we approached a bench to use as our base of operations. Pulling her shorts and panties down, Amy got seated on the bench, not taking long before she started spraying a steady stream with the most satisfying little hiss, some spraying the bench seat but most going down to form a noticeably dark puddle on the soft dirt below. It was so fucking hot watching her totally empty herself on that bench, craning my neck over to get a full view of her pussy, running my hand under the stream and across her pussy lips and her thighs, bringing it back to my lips to get a taste.
All of the sensuality of this whole exchange got me so aroused that, before I knew it, my cock was already throbbing, much too hard to possibly piss from. With Amy's piss soaked hands wrapped around to help me overcome that obstacle, I found my hands tending to her own arousal brought on by all the pissing, finally cumming before long at the sensation of her hands working me, wet from her own doing. After that, I was finally biologically clear for takeoff, standing up to release my own bladder. I let loose a fairly big stream on top of the muddy mess that hers formed, feeling her grip once again to help guide it as I did.
Shining her flashlight below, she jokingly said "puddle check" as we admired our collective naughtiness, destined to only be enjoyed by us before drying up before anyone else would find it. Yet, that moment finds immortality in my username here now, mainly just cause I thought it was a funny expression though haha. We relished in our horniness and naughtiness on the walk back home, though I couldn't help but feel like my own contributions to the puddle check were not proportional to how much I drank and how full I was feeling, until suddenly I was struck by a second wave. We froze in place on the trail, her flashlight again flipping on, this time to watch me finish what I started as a seemingly nonstop stream of crystal clear piss sprayed out for quite some time before letting up.
It was only a few days later while walking my dog when I received a message from Amy totally out of the blue saying that she wanted to meet up again, and that she wanted to drink my piss directly from my cock, followed shortly by a video of her draining herself into a plastic cup before drinking from that in preparation of what she wanted. I would hope it goes without saying that we met up that same night, ready to go even further than our previous encounter. Repeating our drinking and smoking beforehand, we found ourselves this time venturing to a bench in an even more secluded patch of woods, the perfect place for the naughty fun we had in mind. We again found ourselves a little immediately horny off the bat, finishing each other off with our mouths this time before getting into the pissing.
While down on the ground from eating her, I found myself drinking from her, loving all of the wetness on my face. After she finished leaving an impressive foundational puddle with the rest of what I didn't drink, it was time to do the drinking that she had in mind when she first hit me up. Standing and holding my cock forward to get a straight flow, I let loose and she ducked down to get it in her mouth, bringing her lips forward to hold my tip in while giving her a mouthful. After she got her taste, she pulled back and gave her taste test results (mine beat hers! woohoo! team puddle #1, i thought hers was better though because hers is hotter), before telling me that she wanted me to empty the rest of my bladder onto her pussy.
Instantly ready to fulfill her wishes, I readjusted my position, with her sitting back up on the bench with her legs high in the air to have her pussy spread and ready for me. Aiming my cock dead-on, I showered her relentlessly while she rubbed her clit with the warm wetness, working herself up to full horniness once again. Amy and I left that bench and the concrete below it absolutely soaked, drenched with our collective piss on that night. It was so fucking hot, I think back to it all the time with so much lust, to mutually drink and mutually share such a dirty, kinky connection. I may have the ability to open my partners' minds to the idea of playing with the kink, but nothing beats someone who gets off on it just as hard as you do, and that's what makes Amy my most cherished kink partner. In each other, and on here, we find so much freedom to explore this part of ourselves, and to me at least, that's as fulfilling as it is hot! I hope you all enjoyed this, I enjoy the memory of it quite often.
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This is one of my absolute favorite feelings in the world. All of my arousal is routed in sensuality, so I love exploring with my hands and having the inverse done on me, it's so hot. I love to feel and rub and play with a pussy that's pissing, but more than that, I love having my cock held. I'm especially aroused by how everyone plays with it differently; sometimes they'll yank it like a hose, or they'll rub their thumb over the tip, or just gently grasp it. I already love the feeling of having my dick grabbed or held in a non-pissing context, so to have it done while I'm relieving myself, especially with a particularly full bladder is just amazing like words couldn't possibly describe.
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Sage, From Great Distance#3: Escalation, Elevation
A week or so had passed since Sage caught me pissing, and while I can't act like I wasn't in constant fear of my life blowing up, I was finally starting to get the first feeling that maybe it was behind us. She wanted to scare me or tease me or something, but if she was gonna do anything, she would've done it already. Right? Well, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation, don't go making stupid assumptions like that, cause they'll probably come to bite you in the ass. I should probably mention the rub before we get too far in, the embarrassing detail that I've been omitting. I had mentioned my inability to find any other viable job, and the big missing puzzle piece here is that the hotel was my home. After I flunked out of college, I didn't exactly have many places to go, and my family wouldn't let me return home out of principle, so Mr. Hearst took me in. All the way at the top, tucked away in the back corner of the 11th floor was a single person suite that had been my humble abode for about five years at that point. Full bathroom, little kitchenette, a bed, and a tv, good enough for me, and the cost of living was baked into my salary, so finding a new job would've also involved finding and paying for a new place to live.
I was half awake on this particular morning, groggily stumbling into the bathroom to do my morning business. The Shop opened at 7 sharp every morning, but part of Mr. Hearst's agreement with me living here is that I'd do all of my "commuting" outside of hotel check-in hours, meaning I had to get to The Shop at 5am, and couldn't go home until 11pm, every day. So not only did this afford me a mere five or so hours of sleep a night, it also meant I had to get all of my morning preparation done at like 4 in the morning, while it's still dark outside. I was rubbing my eyes, not even bothering to flip the bathroom light on as I let my bladder loose into the toilet. Any other time, I love my dirty secret way of pissing wherever I want, but something about that first morning pee is just so satisfying when splashing into the toilet, a noise that I didn't hear this morning.
"Well, good morning to you too." Sage remarked with some amusement, evidently sitting in front of me in pitch darkness.
"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted, jumping back but still pissing, now trembling a bit.
"Shhhhhhh!" she hushed me before speaking with a low voice that I hadn't heard yet, "At least you didn't stop this time."
"What is your problem?" I managed to ask after a stunned minute of silence, "Why are you doing this?"
"I'm not doing anything." She said in a convincingly serious voice before letting out her first full blown laugh, which stung, "Have you stopped to think that maybe this is more about you than me? Why were you peeing in the garden? Why don't you turn the lights on in here when you go? Why haven't you said anything since I busted you?"
"I-I... I'm-" I found myself once again lost for words, a feeling that Sage would only continue to evoke from me.
"Pathetic, that's what you are." She interrupted, "I already told you that, and you have made no effort to prove otherwise."
"Did... Did you want me to prove otherwise?" I asked.
"When did I say that?" She retorted.
With that, Sage stood up from the toilet and gently pushed me back, walking over to the entrance of the bathroom to flip the lights on. Instantly, I saw that her white dress shirt was ruined, with slight yellow stains the backdrop of a translucent window revealing her body underneath. I couldn't help but feel my eyes scan her up and down, noticing a wavy, ruffled pattern on her lavender bra below, as well as a diamond belly button piercing. I found myself blushing hard as I grew stiff in front of her once more, slightly more lenience in her reaction this time, though she was seemingly still either repulsed or disappointed by me.
"You really are into that, aren't you?" She asked with a great deal of curiosity.
"Yes." I admitted.
"You're lucky I am too." She whispered in a deadly serious tone, then turned to leave the bathroom and said, "Take care of that and then meet me back out here."
After doing as she told me, I emerged from the bathroom to find her sitting on the foot of my bed, somehow changed into an entirely new, dry outfit. Did she wear that white dress shirt just for me? Where was she keeping the second outfit? I couldn't believe that she was starting to infect my thoughts so much, but she was. At her gesture, I sat down beside her on the bed, prompting her to instantly stand up and head over to the kitchenette. I heard the minifridge briefly pop open, and before I knew it she was returning with a frosty glass bottle of mineral water that I definitely didn't have in there previously. How long had she been waiting in my room?
"Drink it. All." She instructed me, sitting back down.
"How did you even get in here?" I asked.
"Please don't start asking stupid questions now," she responded with a deep sigh, before continuing with, "just listen to me. I don't like that you can't do this without losing control, but you very easily could've tried to take things further than just getting hard in front of me, and you didn't. Twice now. I can work with that."
"Work with it how?" I followed up, the only thing I could think to ask while processing all of that.
"I guess the stupid questions can't be avoided." Sage shook her head, what little sentimentality was present in her previous statements now reverted back to her usual robotic self, "The outfit you ruined is on the floor of your closet, you'll take it to the laundry room and have it returned to me tonight. Now finish that water, it's time to go to work."
Figuring that it was best not to ask more questions that she would just ridicule as stupid, I continued to tip the bottle back, trying to finish it before I got another displeased remark from her. I've always struggled to take orders, so I have no idea why Sage's commands had so much power over me, but they did. I found myself working harder for her in these fleeting moments than I worked for my boss in ten years, harder than I ever worked in school. What was she doing? Taking the bottle away from me, she then led the way to the door, trying to speed up our departure as much as possible. It was an oddly peaceful and relaxing morning after finally getting a little piece of insight into her mind and her intentions, and I boarded the elevator down to the lobby feeling a renewed sense of understanding.
"So," Sage started as soon as the doors closed in front of us, pressing each floor button, "you're going to piss in here right now, or that video of you is going everywhere."
To Be Continued
(Author's Note: This entry starts by saying "here's the rub"
but then it ends with the actual rub, our first true glimpse
into the Sage rabbit hole. Sage is a character that I've been
developing for a while, while also trying to find the perfect
story to integrate her into, and just found that she would
dominate this plotline and this setting. There is still much
deeper to dig within the depths of her naughty darkness,
but this entry is the first where we truly get an idea of
what she's about. All of it really makes you wonder
how far she's willing to go, though...)
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Sage, From Great Distance#2: Dealmaking
I could see my whole life flashing before my eyes, I could feel my heart pounding through my chest, how could I be so stupid? I let my dumb, horny desires overcome all logical thinking, and now I was caught with my dick in my hand... Literally. The previously roaring stream of piss died down to a slow trickle as my body froze over in horror, Sage's cold eyes repeatedly scanning me top to bottom then back again. It was only in this moment that I saw an angle of terror within her pretentious self-presentation, a frightening new perspective. I was no basketball player in terms of height, but even still, she was a tall woman, the tallest I had ever seen once I gave it some serious thought. Even without heels on, most people found themselves craning their necks up to meet her vampiric glare, which never met them with respect if at all. With paper-pale skin highlighting her veins and definition, she had curiously muscular arms and legs that I never had the nerve to ask about — not a bodybuilder, but clearly built beyond what just standard exercise will yield you.
Her hair was down on this night, lazily kempt bangs draping over her forehead to barely obscure the tops of her eyes. All of her movements flowed smoothly from underneath the pastel rose chemise she wore, a white dotted dress shirt with puffy, translucent sleeves underneath, all of which complimenting her curvaceous and busty figure. With nails painted a soft pearl color and spherical opal earrings staring back at me, fashion that I normally thought of as nothing more than just excessive for a hotel gift shop, suddenly felt like it was constricting me. I no longer felt like it was only her perceiving herself above me, I was starting to perceive it too, manifesting in all of those little ways. I felt all of this in icy, flashing moments after she told me she was going to interrogate me, only snapping back to reality when she spoke again, now standing directly beside me.
"So," Sage started, impatience evident in her tone, "first of all: why did you lie about where you were going?"
"I-I-I," I stammered fruitlessly, trying to think of a good answer.
"What did I just say?" She snapped to cut me off, "Don't lie. I'm not telling you again."
"I didn't think you would question me..." I admitted, face red and hung low after giving her my honest answer.
"Right." She said, no indication of intention, "Did you do this to disrespect the resort, or my grandfather, or me?"
"No!" I answered maybe a little too insistently before correcting myself, "No... I would never."
"So... This is just something you do?" She asked while unblinkingly staring down at me.
"..." I struggled to get anything out; my heart was racing so bad I thought I would pass out, when I finally admitted, "...Yes."
For the first time in my life, I saw Sage's expression change when I gave my answer. Her thin lips curved up into a dimpled grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly. The part that freaked me out, however, was that I found zero comfort in this otherwise cute expression; like, if it was happening at any other time it would've been such a nice smile, but something about the way she did it in response to my shameful confession made me shiver. It didn't help that she kept that face held for quite some time, continuing through to when she reached her hand forward to delicately rest a fingertip on the underside of my flaccid cock head.
"Could you keep going if I did this?" She asked, raising then lowering her finger repeatedly to make my dick bob up and down.
I tried my best to keep pissing, but the combo of being watched so intently while she was handling it was too much for me, and before I knew it I was growing hard to her touch. As soon as my cock started truly getting stiff, she retracted her hand urgently like she had just touched a hot stove. When I shifted my eyes to hers, the grin had melted to disgust as she already turned around to walk back inside. Before popping the doors open, she looked back at me to speak one last time.
"You're pathetic." She said while shaking her head in disappointment, "You should work on that, cause I haven't decided on you yet."
"What do you mean?" I managed to ask, still feeling pinned to the tree.
"You'll find out." She responded with a teasing snicker, disappearing back into the hotel before I could question her any further.
And there I was. Pants around my ankles, caught on video pissing all over my place of work, dick hard with a few drops still dribbling out, frozen in fear against a tree, now being blackmailed by my violent boss' intimidating granddaughter. I was all on my own and needed the money, it was my only way to sustain myself in my circumstances; believe me, I looked at every other possibility. So, I was now at Sage's cruel mercy, unable to do anything but play her psychotic games. I thought from this first encounter that I understood what I was getting into, but I had no idea, not even close. Sage was just getting started with me.
To Be Continued
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(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance#1: First Contact
Studies show that more than half of the population doesn't like pineapple on their pizza; to about a quarter of people, it's the grossest possible topping. I mean, in its purest form, pineapple is a tropical fruit after all, so what place does it have being cooked and served with cheese and tomato sauce? People who love it often times conceal it because it's not worth the teasing they'll receive, they keep it inside and only enjoy it in private. Oh, the things people will say about you when they don't realize they're talking about you. It should be pretty clear by now that I'm not talking about any kind of pizza, I'm talking about my love for filling my bladder and emptying it, and my love for others doing the same.
To most people, taking a pee is just an annoying detour in their daily routine, but it's the highlight of mine. To feel the woosh of it in my palm like I'm holding a garden hose, to hear it spraying down in front of me with complete control of my stream. It feels good, it sounds good, it is good. It's actually a frequent occurrence that I drink as much as I can, hold it until I'm physically unable to anymore, and then let it go wherever I am. And I mean wherever. The kitchen floor, my car, the jogging trail, wherever I happen to be. What the thought of tits and ass does for most guys, that is how I feel about this whole subject. Except... You can chat with your buddies about a pair of big tits or a nice ass, but how the fuck are you supposed to tell them that you're rock hard from holding your piss in?
When I started working at the shop, I was under the impression that it would just be a Summer job to net my 15 year old self some pocket cash. Ten years, two-and-a-half promotions, and an abandoned business major attempt later, and there I was still. I know "the shop" makes it sound like I was fixing up cars or something, but it's literally The Shop, that was its name and also the depth of the business. Tucked away in the back of the lobby floor of a gimmicky resort and casino sat The Shop, which was nothing more than a souvenir store when I started all those years ago, but essentially evolved into a mini mart for people who are too drunk and / or fixated on gambling to leave the hotel. Back in the gift shop days, it was a one-man-at-a-time operation, but we expanded to two after the influx of drunk visitors trying to smash bottles or steal cookies. There was even one time where an especially plastered guest wandered into the store, having mistaken it for the bathroom next door, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't observe the situation a little longer than I needed to before calling security to escort her out.
That second employee I mentioned was Sage, who I was forced into hiring. Despite being the manager, my authority was in title only, because The Shop was owned by the same person who owned the resort itself and everything inside: Mr. Hearst. At first, he may have struck you as the typical grandpa type of old man who's always cracking jokes and telling stories, but in a split second he could turn deadly serious; his eyebrows got all angled, his eyes went dark, he'd start aggressively questioning you. Sometimes more. To give an example, the one time he ever took issue with me was when I suggested that we stop selling lava lamps because they take up a lot of shelf space and never get bought... He responded by repeatedly asking if I thought I was smart, and then before I could even register that his hand was moving, he had already punched me in the gut so hard that I passed out in front of a store full of customers. Not necessarily someone who I intend on displeasing ever again, and Sage is his only granddaughter, so she didn't interview so much as she was just suddenly here one day.
I had encountered her a few times prior during the decade leading up to this, and every single time she was just completely rude, dismissive, and disinterested towards everyone and everything. Even after working every day with me for six months, she was still a complete mystery. On the rare occasions that I got more than two words at a time out of her, I learned that this was just her time-killer while she took private law courses. She went crying to Mr. Hearst after all of her applications for more desirable jobs were met with crickets, and then suddenly she was second in command at The Shop. I feel bad to say I hated her, but I really did. She had those same piercing dark eyes that her grandfather got when he was angry, except all the time, somehow more frightening when paired with an outright lack of expression. She would just glare like a robot, like nothing was on her level; I had never seen her smile or frown. She wore these needlessly frilly and excessive dressy outfits, like what you'd see an elitist librarian wear, except with the tendency to show off jewelry that makes you wonder why she even wants to work in the first place. I think the part that I came to hate the most, though, was that she completely killed my pissing fun.
When it was just me in The Shop, I could relieve my pent up desperation wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. It was too small and inconsequential compared to the rest of the resort for Mr. Hearst to have installed any security cameras in there, so as long as I cleaned my messes up, it was my naughty secret. But now that I was sharing a space smaller than a dorm room with a direct connection to the guy who employs me and also would hospitalize me in a heartbeat, I was kind of fucked. I know it sounds a little dramatic, but I needed this release, I had spoiled myself to pissing in dirty places, spoiled myself to being bad. Sure at home I was free to let loose anywhere, but I was spending most of my time at work, and suddenly I was forced to relieve myself the boring way. All because of someone who didn't even want to be here, someone who was gifted the position. Well, after half a year I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, so I thought my plan out once and for all:
Down the hall from the store's entrance was a doorway for hotel employees only, leading to an area with lockers for people to keep their personal belongings, as well a private exit to the staff parking lot. Most importantly, however, was the employee rest area, designed both for smoke breaks but also for employees to grab a breath of fresh air, ironically. A little courtyard with a couple of trees and a flower garden, walled in on all sides by the rest of the resort. In other words, that employee area was the only way to access or view it, a private patch of wilderness just for us. In all my time here I'd never seen anyone go out there at all, and I almost always ate my lunch in the garden, so I was feeling pretty certain. Shortly after sundown on an especially slow Wednesday, I told Sage that I was going for a bathroom break, with a devious satisfaction in my knowledge of the fact that I technically wasn't lying.
I had a smirk and a warm glow on my face as I walked defiantly past the bathroom stationed next to The Shop, instead emerging through the restricted doors to the abandoned area. After doing a quick scan to make sure that nobody was lurking by the lockers or having a smoke, I stepped out into the crisp chill of the purple evening sky to probe the area. Water the garden? Hose down a tree? Spray a perimeter around the walls? There were so many options, and the liter of water I'd guzzled since returning from lunch that afternoon was making each one equally tempting. After a minute of considering all the possibilities, I landed on the idea of leaning back against one tree and attempting to shoot my piss all the way to the other one. By that point, I could feel my bladder bulging out and couldn't stop tapping my foot, so I dropped my pants and made short work of unloading myself, sighing in immense relief as a hot stream of crystal clear bliss came jetting out. With fingers gripping the tip of my cock to adjust the direction, I tensed myself up, causing my pee to blast even further forward, a satisfying splatter sound accompanying it finally reaching the bark of the tree across from me.
"Fuck..." I moaned under my breath, a fusion of comfort and arousal.
"Having fun?" A voice cut through from behind me.
I snapped my head around in an instant cold sweat. Sage. Phone pointed at me with the recording light blinking. Arms crossed in the doorway. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would form aside from hushed stuttering. My legs were buckling, on the verge of collapsing under the shockwaves of my racing heartbeat. I was fucked. Shortly after making contact with her intense eyes, she returned the phone to her pocket, stepping forward, her poker face unwavering all the while.
"Here's the deal." Sage proclaimed with an eerie matter-of-fact confidence, a rare deviation to her usual unfeeling tone, "I'm going to ask you some questions. If I don't like your answers or I feel like you're lying to me, that video is going out to everyone, starting with my grandpa."
To Be Continued
(Author's Note: I'm so excited to share this story
with you all, I have some really awesome things
planned that I think you will love! Apologies
for this 1st chapter being mostly setup, I promise
that the story as a whole is gonna be a relentless
rollercoaster of naughty pissing fun, there's just some
stuff to set up now so that it can pay off later! Please
leave feedback, I love hearing thoughts, speculation,
questions, critiques, everything! Thanks for reading,
stay tuned to this thread for the next entry!)
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Thinking about trying something new tonight in the form of getting some writing done while gradually filling and denying my bladder. I’ve come to suspect that it may increase my ability to tap into the lust, to feel it truly growing within me as I go further. Already on my third glass of water since hatching the plan 😜
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I have had two exceptionally loud partners and both were just absolutely amazing to listen to. One of them was the standard loudness of intense hissing, but the other one, god, she had this magical, waterfall sounding spray that was intoxicating and so arousing to me. Like, you'd think the sink or the shower was running; such a unique, booming noise that never failed to make me throb. I actually just shared a story about this partner last night in the real encounter section, so the allure of her spray is still very fresh on my mind.
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I love the whole experience, start to finish. When it comes to myself, I particularly love the anticipation of my bladder filling up, especially when drinking alcohol which just goes straight through me. I love the internal relief that comes with spraying it all out, feeling the stream course from within my cock held in my hand, the feeling that comes with increasing and decreasing the pressure, controlling it to make the spurts shoot way farther.
When it comes to the piss of my partners however, I am much more all inclusive. I love the different angles both that women can piss and from which I can watch them do it, I love seeing them stand or sit at the toilet or hover over me or squat over the ground. I love to feel the warm trickle for myself, slurp my fingers up, jerk myself with it while admiring the show. I love the sound on all different surfaces in different settings, I love the noises that people make while relieving themselves. I like to feel piss cascading down the length of my cock. I like to know when my partner's about to burst. I love seeing puddles form and expand. Everything about it is perfection, I love all of it.
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Hey folks! You can call me Puddle, cause we're officially on a first name basis, and that is definitely my real first name. Piss was my first ever kink, one that I have always loved exploring and continue finding new ways to enjoy with new partners. When it comes to sexual interest, I am not really into men or their pissing, but I am still down to discuss the interest and all of its facets with anyone. I got directed here and am getting my feel of the land, just wanted to drop in an introduction to not be a mysterious stranger who just showed up.
I don't really find arousal in anything that I'm not involved in, so I don't really intend on using this place for "entertainment" purposes unless I end up connecting with people, but that's not really my intention here. I have had a lot of hot piss experiences in my time, and I love to express my memories through writing, so I joined this place with the intent of telling stories about them. Maybe some fictional ones thrown in there if the inspiration strikes. Either way, that's the side of the site you'll be most likely to find me on!
Glad to be here among likeminded people!
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Hey!
I was just recently introduced to this site and thought it could be a great outlet for me. I am a writer at heart, I love abstracting all of my feelings and experiences into prose, and more relevant to this topic, I've found a lot of personal enjoyment in sharing my sexual stories in the form of erotica. While I have places and people that I share those recollections with, I've always found myself omitting the piss-related ones just because it's such a niche interest that categorically scares a lot of people away. So, as you may imagine, I was quite excited when I found this section of the forum, and as the title suggests, decided it was finally the place to document... My Piss Chronicles.
Now, I'm a very sexual character, it's in my nature. I am a respectful, attentive, passionate, pleasure-oriented person who loves to charm and flirt; combined with the long, curvy secret in my pants, I've been gifted lots of amazing sexy experiences with lots of amazing sexy people that I am forever grateful for. Now, as much as I love humble-bragging anonymously on niche kink forums, this fact does find relevance in our story here today. A lot of people have to hope that they find partners who share their kinks, but I was blessed with the ability to open people's minds. While I have many taboo kinks and fantasies, one of the foremost has always been piss for as long as I can remember, and I have taken many of my partners from a place of disinterest to a place of kinky bliss. This leaves me with many directions I could start with, but I think the best tone-setter for this collection of experiences would be that of the soft Catholic girl who ended up with a wide-open smile in the midst of a relentless golden shower.
While I had participated in some kink play before, this was my first romantic partner that I ever shared my piss interest with, and as luck would have it, she was the first one to give it a try too. Frosty blue eyes, hip-length golden brown hair, angular and curvaceous, smooth snowy skin, and an aura of powerful, professional poise. If your head didn't turn while reading that, it certainly would while she passed you by. Except for me! Not because I was disinterested, but because I was looking down at an email on my phone and bumped right into her, knocking her over. It was in the hand offered to help her up where I met that wintery gaze and instantly became enraptured (and apologetic too, I felt like a total asshole for bumping her over). The connection was instant and electric, as a couple of friendly hangouts quickly spiraled into a very intense emotional and physical connection. The only hang up, she was super duper Catholic. I don't mean "goes to church every Sunday" super duper Catholic, I'm talking "direct family member is a high-ranking clergy member" super duper Catholic.
Now, I should add to this that while I am not a religious person, I don't take issue with those who are. I just bring up this aspect to say that as a young, smooth-talking, atheistic person, I am kind of like a vampire to those circles, I had never gotten so personally close with one just because my lack of religious values tends to put them off. But, underneath a veil of sheltered innocence, she was looking for more. She knew what I was, she pursued me after I helped her up, she made first contact. She had done classic shy Catholic hand stuff with some guys before, but had never even been naked with someone else, and here she ended up. While I gave her plenty of more exciting experiences than a half-assed rubbing through the jeans, this site isn't about that. Funnily enough, I never even dreamed of bringing the subject of piss up to her. At least, not initially...
It was sweltering hot in the thick of July when we were participating in an all-day outdoor event (short sidenote here: I really do not love giving identifying factors. When I'm not a caveman-brained sex goblin, I do some pretty specific stuff in some pretty specific areas, so you'll have to fill in some of the less sexy blanks yourself across these chronicles), moving from place to place on foot with no cover from the scorching sun. Our only defenses were our giant insulated water bottles, which we kept filling with freezing water and emptying all throughout the miserable day. Finally, exhausted, we got back to my house to crash and relax, where we weren't even five minutes into an episode of Arrested Development when she got up and proclaimed that she was about to explode. It was her favorite show whereas it was my first time watching, so she insisted I keep it playing while she ran off to the bathroom.
TV volume up, bedroom door closed, all the way down the hall into the bathroom, which also had a closed door. This is how far and through how much filtering she was from me, and yet you could've believed there was a fucking waterfall right next to me. The show was by no means at low volume, yet suddenly I couldn't even hear the softer delivered lines underneath the intensity of the fire hydrant that was evidently cracked open in my home. It was genuinely so jarring that I had to step out into the hallway to make sure that my suspicion was right, and some confirmation it was as I approached the bathroom door. The distinct ring of spraying in the toilet bowl splashing down into the water would've been enough, but through it I could hear her soft little moans and sighs of relief, and suddenly I was throbbing in my underwear.
Time tends to have that Matrix slow-mo effect for me when I find myself in a sexy situation, and I didn't have a stopwatch on me, so who knows how long it really went on for, but I swear she was draining herself for two minutes straight, letting out those whimpery noises of relief all the while. Towards the end, the noises got a little bit louder as the final spurts sprayed out in sporadic little blasts, which to me is one of the hottest parts of the piss experience. I wish I could say that I was able to play it off like a master, but I have a very prominent bulge, and the humor of Darren Cross sadly does not make it flare up, so she immediately questioned me when she returned, whereupon I had the structural integrity of a pancake. I confessed to her that it was her pissing that turned me on. While she may have teased about needing to mega-hydrate more often, before solving my predicament with lips still smirking from her joke, it was pretty clear that she was weirded out, or at least didn't understand it.
I was perfectly fine to leave it at that, I really was! I would never impose my interests on someone who did not want them, I don't find that very attractive or particularly consensual for my own liking. So that was that. Or, I would've thought so. Shortly after this, she'd begin announcing when she was going to pee, something that she had never done prior; while my spider senses were tingling, I also suffer from major confirmation bias habits, so that wasn't necessarily enough to ping my radar. But once it escalated to her texting me and telling me how good it felt, how relieving it was, or how much she needed to go, nearly every time she went, then I finally had to bring it up. Was she messing with me? Was she just trying to cater to my interests? The answer, according to her, is that she just couldn't stop thinking about it. My reading of the tone was correct, she was very offput that first night because she had no forewarning and it was quite out of left field for her after what was already a very physically and mentally exhausting day. But the more time it sat with her, the more time she wanted to understand it; it was something she had never even heard of before. When I tried to probe further into her curiosity, she shut down and did not want to talk about the subject anymore, so I backed off.
It was an innocent enough afternoon spent relaxing and playing Mario Kart when she asked me to come with her, the tone in her voice successfully deceiving me. I thought she might have needed my help with something, or wanted to show me something she found earlier and forgot about, but she led me by the hand into the bathroom, where she dropped her shorts and panties to her ankles in one fell swoop. I will never forget the look she gave me in this moment; the reddest face I've ever seen in my life, powerful eyes afraid to meet mine for the first time, knees involuntarily bouncing back and forth from a full bladder. That gaze-averting inverse staring contest dragged on for a hot moment before she finally got comfortable enough to start, the first trickle enough to get me raging hard in an instant. Stepping forward, I put my left hand on her bouncing right thigh, while the right hand gripped her chin to pull her in for a kiss. It may not be a Cinderella-esque vision to most, but kissing a beautiful woman while she's pissing ranks in among the most intimate and special things to me, I absolutely love the feeling of it like nothing else and seek to do it as much as I can as often as I can in my life.
She didn't say anything in that moment or immediately after, and she didn't need to, I could see in her eyes that she also felt what I just did. Still, I find the verbal confirmation sexy, and that came when she asked if I needed to go too, in a low, hushed tone that I had only ever heard before while whispering obscenities from deep inside of her. As luck would have it, I did have to go, and made no hesitation dropping my own pants. She left her own at her ankles as she stood up to lend the toilet to me, her eyes laser focused on my cock as I now found myself the one burning up and hesitant. It was only a couple of seconds into my own stream that she stuck her hand down in front of it, moving her fingers through it before softly grasping them around my tip, sliding up the whole soft length with a swirl, cause my piss to spray into her palm and back onto me. There was a certain tone in the way she said "It's so warm" that sticks out to me even today; a tone that wasn't trying to be sexy or turn me on, it was a real observation, she said it with such fascination and an underlying tone of arousal... I couldn't stop myself from growing in her hand until eventually she was stroking me with both of them, the wet sounds of my cock lubed by my own piss only topped in hotness by gushing several thick ropes of cum down into the fusion of our collective relief.
This kind of back and forth play became a fairly recurring, unaddressed dynamic in our relationship, and it was fucking awesome. To get back from an evening on the town, or pause a movie, or get up in the middle of the night and just both know what's about to go down for what is just a boring bodily function to 99% of people. To know and to experience each other in such a dirty way. But things can't go unaddressed forever, everything comes out eventually. Or, as you're probably thinking: "Where the fuck is the golden shower already?" Same thing. Either way, after a nice little while of this routine, she finally asked the questions that had been building in her. I'll skip most of the questioning, as the majority of it could be easily gathered by a glance at my profile, if not just the general fact that I'm on this website and writing this thread right now. The relevant questioning here came when she asked if I was fine with the part where I spray it on her hands. Of course I was, I was more than fine with it. "Well... Would you want to do it anywhere else on me?" Of course I would. I told her all of the places I wanted to. On her busty chest down to her stomach, from her thighs to her feet, on her round little ass, all over her soft pink pussy, and of course I wanted my piss drenching her beautiful face, to soak her flowing hair. I wanted it in her mouth. I wanted it in her thoughts. Simply put, I wanted to spray her down completely.
I know the grand climax here is sort of spoiled by the start of the story where I mentioned a very eager goldens shower, but it couldn't come full circle any other way. She was sheltered, she was shy, she never presented herself to the public as anything other than a completely composed and serious person, and yet here she was kneeling in front of me in the shower. I am a lover of the human body, I am so sensual and passionate, I find beauty everywhere and could gush forever about the infinite beauty I find in every pose of every body part of every partner I've enjoyed, and I was so struck by this feeling. The idea of pissing on someone is hot, but to piss on someone who I find so special, so beautiful, so unique, it was without proper words to describe it. To see her in her most natural form, gazing up at me with eyes like shimmering gemstones, a smile on her face that couldn't be faked... That was my "It's so warm" moment, my brief moment of unfiltered fascination and lust before unleashing a lifetime on unfulfilled desire. As she modeled and danced for me in an ever spreading puddle of my piss, a full mouth and dripping head to toe, I came to a realization.
I'm a very sexual character, that's how this whole story began. I'm ashamed to say that early on in my sexual career, I was so thrilled by the ability and the possibilities that I found myself getting into situations just for the stimulation, pairing with partners just because I could and not because I felt anything. That's why this story is special to me, and why I see it as the proper start to my adventures. My realization in that incredibly sexy moment was that nothing compares to exploring this part of myself with someone who I'm truly attracted to. I don't find people attractive very often, my mind is just picky and yearns for a specific fusion of personal, intellectual, and physical attraction that I have rarely ever found. I think I could probably have sex with anyone, but to find someone attractive is very special and rare to me. Why would I go through the sexual motions with people I'm obligating myself to when I could plumb my deepest fantasies with people I feel a magnetic pull towards? From that moment, I never again have done anything sexual with someone I didn't have that primal attraction to. It may give me way less potential options, but quality blows quantity out of the water.
Thinking back to the moments in this story fill me with such a deep lust, I hope they've done something for you, or at least have kept you entertained. Either way, this is only the beginning of My Piss Chronicles, so stay tuned for more! Like I said, I have many wonderful experiences to share which I'll be documenting in this thread, I just felt this one to be the most appropriate introduction. I'll add onto this thread as more recollections fondly come to me, feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns and I'll address 'em, I love feedback!
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(Topics for the story include risky pissing, public pissing, being watched, and mutual pissing. Male and female pissing are depicted.)
Sage, From Great Distance
#5: Engulfed
That next day at work was both a total blur and total torture, alternating between hours feeling like seconds and seconds feeling like hours. All I could think about was Sage's statement from the previous night, about how there was some kind of naughty secret fun to be had at the pool after work. Despite our shared interest here, I found no solace in her, as she decided to turn up her oblivious coworker persona to full throttle for the first time in weeks, no doubt to taunt me. Was there no doubt? Once the distinctive orange glow of the sunset already started filling The Shop, I was wondering if maybe she forgot what she said.
All these foolish concerns crumbled the moment we closed down for the night and locked up the front door. Without even saying a word, I could feel her energy shift from that naive facade to her true cold self, though once I took a glance I noticed a rare half-smile accompanying that coldness.
"Alright, it's time." Sage said, followed by, "You can stop staring at me now."
"I- I... What?" Was all I could manage.
"All day you've been eyeing me down." She explained, "Well, no, I didn't forget about our deal, so quit with the staring."
As if her words were secretly some kind of spell, my head instantly swiveled to face forward, my eyes lasered straight ahead. At least I got to see that little smirk before she told me off, I like those little moments where I feel like she's getting something out of this too and not just fucking with me. My head stayed locked like this for our whole walk across the lobby and down the stairs to the indoor pool area. The second we walked in, I could feel the air grow thick and moist, the smell of chlorine hit me, and the wooshing of endless water came in like surround sound, already bringing to mind imagery of Sage and I's previous encounters.
"Alright, get your trunks on, I want to make this fast." She demanded after leading us on a detour to the poolside locker bay.
To me, the whole activity could've just been watching Sage get ready. She looked like a supermodel while stripping out of her cyan sundress, lifting her long toned legs to step out of it. Already one step ahead of the game, Sage's underwear choice for the day had actually been her swimsuit; what an idiot I was, worried she forgot when in reality she was hiding her bathing suit just under the surface all day. String bottom, tube bra, both a matching shade of brilliant tangerine, and both doing a hell of a lot of work to conceal her sizable assets. The diamond belly button piercing that teased me the last time I soaked her shirt finally made its proper introduction, while I was now instead teased by the clear outline of nipple piercings, hyper-accentuated by how tightly her top squeezed around her massive bust.
"Well? Let's go!" Sage barked with a clap of her hands.
"Huh?" I asked, completely zoned out. What was the last thing she said?
"Your trunks, or speedo, or scuba suit, whatever you've got, let's get a move on!" She said as sharply as possible without yelling.
Fuck. I was so worked up over whatever she had planned that I completely forgot to bring my trunks to work. Actually, I didn't even have trunks, I hadn't gone swimming since I was a kid. Fuck.
"I uh..." I paused, "I don't have anything, I kinda forgot."
"You really are something," Sage sighed, "prepare to head home in soaked shorts then."
Guess I walked into that one; at least she'd been winding down on the whole threatening-to-blackmail-me thing, getting berated was nothing in comparison. Accepting my fate, I followed her from the lockers into the open area. You see, the indoor pool was divided into four sections:
"Come on, we're going to The Ocean." Sage decided, leading us that direction.
Even though it was less than an hour until the pool closed down for the night, The Ocean was absolutely packed full of people, gently thrown around with each crashing wave that coursed through it. I struggled to maintain any semblance of balance as we walked in, while Sage looked like she was defying physics with how well she withstood each wave. Similarly, I found myself shaking and shivering in the icy water while she was still as night.
"Do it. Right here, right now." Sage commanded right as some lanky dude was aimlessly carried between us by a distant wave.
I don't know if I was more nervous of how close so many people were or of how Sage would react if that prevented me from being able to go, so I just forced my eyes shut and tried my hardest to relax myself. It took a decent bit of blocking out all the people around me, but after a little while of focusing on the cold waves I managed to let go and start trickling out a slow but steady stream. It felt so nice as the warm traveled down my leg and then out into the pool, but the niceness was interrupted by me harshly flinching and snapping my eyes open at the sensation of what I quickly realized was Sage's fingertips tracing over the head of my dick.
"Good." She commented coldly but with that same half-smile from earlier, "I was almost worried you wouldn't be able to."
Before I could even panic about her grabbing me publicly, she was already back at her previous distance, and everyone else in The Ocean seemed just as oblivious as they were before. After that, we just stayed bobbing up and down in the turbulent water silently for minutes and minutes on end, an awkward tension forming. My one attempt at wading towards the exit resulted in her grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to the waves with a crushing grip that I'd rather not feel again. Even when the lifeguards sounded their final whistles and ushered everyone out of the pool, she stayed there. The lifeguards didn't seem to mind either, eventually filing out and leaving just the two of us in there with the lights off, raising my anxiety even more.
"You see?" Sage asked, finally breaking the silence, "I can control anything here. No matter where you run to, no matter what you're doing, if you're anywhere on the grounds of this resort, you're powerless to me. There is not a soul here you can turn to that doesn't have a higher loyalty to me. And I haven't forgotten that your family turned you away. So... Do you see? You play ball with me, we go further down this road. You don't play ball, you have nothing. We are not on level ground, you do not have equal options, and this is not a game — you're trapped."
"I just... don't get why it's me." I responded.
"Oh, cut the bullshit." She said, "This was always how it was going to be. That's why you were going in public in the first place, because on some level you knew that it would lead you right here. Your fake misery doesn't go very far with me, we both know you want it to be you, because you're pathetic and desperate and have always wanted something like this. If you disagree with that assessment, then you can head back to your room; I'll quit to my grandpa's face tomorrow, I'll delete every video of you I have, and you'll never see or hear from me again. But... If you agree with my assessment, then meet me at The Volcano in five minutes."
As much as I'd love to sound cool and tough, there was no difficulty in my decision, Sage could read me like a book. The only difficulty was in waiting the full five minutes, standing there in the freezing waves wondering why she had to get a head start. Those wonders, and in fact all of my thoughts, stopped in their tracks when I finally made my way over to The Volcano and saw Sage sitting in one of the hot tubs. She was leaned back with both of her arms outstretched and resting on the ledge of the pool outside of the water, but the part that stopped me was the fact that the two pieces of her orange bikini laid floating in front of her.
Even knowing that her chest was large and attached to an already gorgeous woman, I still wasn't prepared to come face to face with it, completely struck by how smooth and round they were, glistening slightly from all the swimming we'd done. Pulled in by her big beautiful areolas, I couldn't help but stare at her bright pink nipples with sheer lust, finally identifying those mystery piercings as horizontal rose gold bars with diamond flower studs. Only in seeing them did I realize that the diamond piercing in her belly button was also a flower shape. As I reluctantly stepped into the bubbling water of The Volcano, Sage stood up where my eyes couldn't help but drift down to her perfectly shaven pussy, revealing her two pretty pink puffy lips and a pronounced clit. Raging hard from everything I'd just witnessed, I hooked my thumbs under my shorts to match her attire, but she raised a hand in protest.
"No," Sage said, "only me. Sit down, and lower yourself deeper."
Doing as she said, I left my shorts on as I slid and slid until I could feel the hot water above my shoulders, bubbling up to my neck and chin. Sage finished her ascent and was now towering over me as she took slow steps in my direction. I was getting ready to ask for further instructions when a jet of hot water suddenly splashed me in the face. No, this wasn't water, it was piss, Sage's piss. Instinctively, I jumped back a little bit, shocked when I looked up and confirmed that she was in fact emptying her bladder onto my face.
"Get back under there, and stay there." She commanded.
Without second thought, I returned to my previous position and reassumed the warm showering from above. Even with all of the rushing water in the enclosed pool area, the hissing of Sage's pussy as she squirted a seemingly nonstop waterfall of pee onto me was all I could hear, along with the sound of her wet lips squishing around and together as she mindlessly rubbed herself in union with her relief. Despite this, she made no moans or motions, in fact she was still just glaring straight down at me with the same dark icy eyes as always. Shortly after meeting that gaze, she let out her final drops and stepped back, sitting back down across from me in the hot tub.
"You see?" Sage repeated like earlier, "You had a guaranteed out for a trouble-free life and yet willingly came here to get bossed around and pissed on. I mean, look at your hair, it's soaked from me! If there was any sincerity in your question earlier, that's why it's you. Plenty of people want to be powerless under my touch, but you're the real deal. You've had ample opportunity to try and force your way on me or tell me off or call me out, but you haven't once come close to attempting any of it. You know as well as I do that that's not even in the realm of possibilities. In other words, I've gained another devoted follower."
"'Another'?" I asked.
"Of course." Sage answered with an innocent yet evil giggle.
To Be Continued
(Author's Note: It finally happened, the impossible chapter
has appeared. This draft is very different from the two that
got lost, but it serves the same role in the story and feels right
to me after all this time. In the two months since I left you
hanging, I lost one of my closest loved ones, which in addition
to obviously removing any desire to write erotica, has also
totally changed me and my outlook on life. I met up with my
really cool piss enthusiast friend a couple of weeks ago and
it was the right boost I needed to finally return to working
on Sage. We also had some wet and wild fun that will
perhaps find its way onto my IRL encounters thread, but
that's a story for another day! Have a good one, please
let me know what you think! This is the first glimpse at
Sage's bigger picture, I'd love to hear some thoughts!)