The Witch's Tower: Part 1

[Vassal 1,471]

Brooke sleepily opened her eyes and took in the darkness of her bedroom. The embers in the fireplace gave off dim light. Not wanting to bother the servants she got out of her covers, shivering at the shock of the cold stone floor beneath her feet and tended to the fire, brightening up the room in a warm orange glow. Shivering Brooke felt a growing pressure in her bladder and found herself in need of a wee. She instinctively went to the side of her bed where her chamberpot was usually stored, only to find it missing. Cursing through her teeth she remembered one of the servants took it to empty earlier that evening and had neglected to return it! Hopping now from one foot to the other she was forced to make her way into the drafty hallway to the garderobe at the other end of the castle that over hung to the sea. The sudden cold shocked Brooke causing her bladder to spasm, trying to gain control she ran straight back into her warm room.

Brooke was already at an impasse, she was in as much trouble as a princess could be, having been caught earlier that day in one of the guest rooms with her dress bunched up to her tits and her bum perched over the wash basin. She relished the disgusted look of the head maid who happened to enter the room as the auburn princess was busy mid-flow, emptying her urine into the receptacle. The maid immediately reported the event to Brooke's mother Eathlyn, who ordered Brooke to be confined to her room and called for the nearby apothecary to visit the next day.

Brooke was now wondering if the head maid had ordered her chamberpot removed as revenge for dirtying the guest wash basin. If only she knew that Brooke and her older sister, often used it as a toilet in the years before Cordelia was married off and left the castle. Cordelia and Brooke often went to the bathroom in unconventional places but Cordelia usually made sure that they would never be detected. Left to her own devices Brooke became bolder and the incident with the wash basin explained to the residents of the castle the source of the numerous warm puddles discovered by the staff and nobles alike.

Thinking back to her exploits with her sister Brooke became increasingly desperate. Not wanting to anger her mother any more Brooke crossed off weeing on the stone floor as an option, same with spraying her silken rugs, neither would dry in time this late in the night. Scouring the room she spied her dark red double curtains, protecting the room from the drafty window. Making up her mind Brooke nearly leaped over to the curtains, pulling back the closest set, exposing the heavier curtain behind it. Pull up her night gown, Brooke exposed her dark, hairy muff and placed it up to the curtain. It didn't take long for her lips to part, wetting her pubic hair before squirting into the fabric. Even in the low light from the fireplace Brooke could see the material darken as it filled with her pee. Brooke let out a low moan as a loud hissing mingled with the squelching of the curtains struggling to soak up her hot micturition. She giggled as the hot, wet fabric tickled her cunt. Her need now satisfied with a few last squirts, she stepped back to admire the dark fan shaped stain on the curtain before closing the inner curtains and hopping back into bed.

The next morning Brooke awoke, sunlight peaking through her hastily closed curtains, warming her room with the morning light. Throwing on her usual dressing gown she ran to the curtains to see if there were any obvious signs. There was a slight odor, but the castle was always musty and you couldn't tell unless you were smelling for it. The inner curtain hid the drying tell tale sign and would be gone before she got back from breakfast. She was now glad that she chose the curtain and not her bed, her mother would surely have the head maid check that. Now fully awake she donned her slippers and made her way to the garderobe for her morning pee, bladder refilled after last nights adventure. Making her way across the castle to the outer wall overhanging the sea she entered the small cupboard like space. A simple affair, the latrine consisted of a stone bench set into the wall with an opening to the ocean below. Despite being the routine affair that Cordelia scoffed at, Brooke particularly enjoyed an unconventional way to use the privy. Instead of sitting down on top of the hole with her back to the wall, Brooke preferred to climb up on to the bench, spreading her legs and squatting over the hole, peering down to the ocean below. Her favorite activity in the garderobe was to see how far she could spray her stream away from the castle wall. And she did just that this morning, watching her dark yellow stream twinkle in the morning sun as it cascaded down to mix into the water below. Finishing up with a last few squirts, Brooke relished the drops remaining caught in her pubic hair, opting to simply right her dress and enjoy the wetness as her pussy slowly dried.

She found herself alone for breakfast, nothing unusual. Her father was out on the usual campaign in neighboring countries and she assumed her mother would prefer her to be out of sight for the time being. As if on cue the moment that thought enter Brooke's mind her mother entered the dining room.

“Good morning Brooke, I wanted to have this conversation with you yesterday but arrangements had to be made, immediately. As the royal family we have certain images we need to maintain and word certainly cannot get out that the second princess does not know how to use the toilet,” Queen Eathlyn announced.

Trying to eek out a poorly rehearsed excuse, the older brown haired woman cut off her daughter, “Which is why we'll be sending you away for training with the apothecary in her residence a county away. I'm sorry for the lack of notice but arrangements had to be made at once! Now, I may introduce Isla, your tutor for the near future. She will help train you in such... important discretionary matters.”

Brooke was about to protest but her mother's pause caught her off guard. Important discretionary matters? She expected that she was going to be toilet trained again by some old crone over the course of a day, a week maximum. Her curiosity peaked even further as instead of an old woman, a shapely woman entered the room. Her black robes straining at the heft of her large, high bosom and narrow waist before falling loosely to the floor below, revealed a more youthful teacher, her dark hair capped by a wide brimmed conical hat.

“Good morning, Brooke, nice to meet you. I am Isla and I will be your teacher over the next few years. You need not worry about a thing, your station will be well kept at my abode and you will not suffer a lesser means of existence in your tutelage in the arts of mituration.”

“The arts of mituration?” Brooke thought to herself, “What is she talking about? I expected a lecture and a whipping.”

“Now honey,” Eathlyn started, “I want you to know that I'm very proud of you, and your studies will be of great help to the kingdom.”

Brooke was beyond confused, so much that she let herself be led by Isla to her carriage, not giving a care to think of her things or even extra pairs of clothing. It was the bumpy carriage ride's affect on her bladder that brought her back to reality.

“Um, excuse me, Mistress Isla,” said Brooke, the first words utter since their introduction.

“Just Isla is fine, Brooke,” replied the older woman.

“I have to... make water.”

“Oh don't be so shy, making water is what put you under my care, why didn't you say so soon? No reason to get beet red about it, I will be teaching you precisely how to deal with such matters.”

“Why is everyone avoiding the direct subject, why am I being sent away for not using a toilet,” Brooke blurted out, suddenly embaressed that her thoughts were spoken aloud. Her desperation was starting to affect her temperament.

“Well, I guess I'll stop beating around the bush. You are an adult and do produce quite a large amount of... talent,” answered Isla.

“You come from a line of sorceresses, or more simply, witches,” continued the woman. “It doesn't always manifest itself in every individual, it skipped your discrete sister but the habits are still present. With her absence your mother became wise to your potential, which you conveniently left signs of in multiple places, on a daily basis.”

“I'm a witch? And it has to do with wee?”

“Precisely, I will teach you in all due time but for now we must do something about your bladder, mustn't we,” Isla stated matter-of-factually.

Lifting off her wide brimmed witches hat, Isla flipped it upside down and held it out low in the middle of the inside of the carriage.

“Now if you'll please oblige yourself, empty into this. You may be untrained but I wouldn't want to waste a drop for study.”

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to use my hat as a toilet. I want you to piss here in this carriage in front of me while I hold open my own hat for you to do so. Do I need to be any clearer?”

A rather large bump jostled the cart, and Brooke's bladder.

“If you insist,” said Brooke, hitching up her dress, revealing her hairy fanny to the witch.

“We'll have to do something about all that hair when we get to my tower, it can dilute the process,” expressed Isla, eyes now glued to the young girl's crotch.

Turning her bare bum to her teacher, Brooke decided it would be easiest to lean forward and stick her fanny between Isla's outstretched arms, over the hat's interior. Despite the number of servants at the castle Brooke had only ever peed in front of her sister Cordelia and it took some time for her bladder to release its hold. Isla licked her lips as droplets dripped out from between Brooke's pretty pink lips, lazily rolling through her mass of hair before falling into the dark interior of the hat. Soon the dam broke and Brooke's tell tale hissing filled the cabin along with a loud pattering as her urine fell into the hat. Brooke sighed with immediate relief as she used her teacher's hat as a urinal right in front of her. A few errant streams rolled up her shapely bottom before dripping back down onto the brim. Brooke shrieked as she felt a finger roll up the rivulet, not wondering how the hat still stayed in place, nor did she see Isla place the warm, wet finger into her mouth. After what seemed ages Brooke finished up her pee with a few forceful spurts, loudly slapping the wet interior of the hat.

Letting her dress fall back into place over her wet quim, Brooke turned around and resumed her seat on the bench.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Isla said once Brooke had righted herself.

Brooke agreed, it felt wonderful, something more primal, and naughtier than what she experienced with her sister. A sudden urge overtook her and she asked, “Do you always use your hat as a chamberpot? If you need to go I can hold it for you.” Brooke found herself desperate, no, found herself needing to see the other woman pee.

“I hate to disappoint you dear, but I've already gone, an hour ago while we were chatting, right here in the seat.”

Still holding the hat upside down, Isla shifted to one side of the bench, revealing a large dark stain on the cushion.

“Witches wear black for a reason, honey, but don't you worry, once I top myself, I'll show you. Now I need to check your magical strength.”

Brookes eyes nearly popped out of her head, gasping as she watched the witch's slender hand dart into what was surely a piss sodden hat. Isla's hand reemerged holding a beautiful glass flask containing a pale yellow liquid, to Brooke's further surprise Isla popped the hat back on as if nothing had happen. Brooke full expecting her toilet to make a mess of the woman's face and hair, but it was bone dry. Isla further shocked the initiate by removing the stopper of the flask, and almost immediately an acrid, familiar scent wafted to Brooke's nose. She realized it was her own pee just as Isla drained the contents into her mouth. How had it gotten into the flask? Witches are amazing.

“What, you've never drank pee before?” mocked Isla, “Well we wouldn't expect you to, that would be very dangerous for a witch like you. You have potential. For mages, urine is the source of our strength. We use it in potions, strengthen our magic and more importantly to awaken our innate abilities.

The flask now drained, Isla shifted forward on the bench and started to pull up her black dress revealing her hairless snatch.

Catching the look on Brooke's face, Isla stated, “Don't worry, magic isn't as droll as you think, there isn't a need for something as grandiose as an initiation ceremony, I need you to get started on your studies as soon as possible, all you have to do is drink.”

“Drink?” Brooke stammered, eyes glued to Isla's protruding pink lips as she expertly held the flask's mouth between them.

A loud hammering now filled the cabin interior as Isla dexterously peed into the narrow bottle mouth, filling the clear container with her own urine and not missing a single drop. Brooke was starting to wonder what it would taste like, a thought that never entered her mind before but she now needed it. Soon the flask was near it's limits as Isla cut off her strong flow, possibly intending for the rest of her bladder to be emptied elsewhere at another time.

Taking the vessel, Brooke marveled at how warm it felt in her hands, embracing her teacher's body heat with both hands as she brought it to her lips as she drank. The salty liquid was not unpleasant, in fact she found she quite liked it as she swallowed it in mouthfuls, draining the bottle dry and wiping her lips just as the carriage rolled up to a tall tower.

[PissingBlonde 887]

I love this! Very inspirational... 💛 

[wetwulf 3,324]

I can tell this is going to be an excellent new series @Vassal. Your stories are always both unique and very hot!

[new2this 128]

Ah, I see someone has been watching The Witcher.

[miniskirtpisser 411]

This is very interesting. I can’t wait to read about the training itself. 

[Vassal 1,471]

6 hours ago, new2this said:

Ah, I see someone has been watching The Witcher.

 

You got me, lol.

It was pretty hard to stop myself from "witcher," typos everytime I typed "witch."

Thanks all. This one has been pretty fun to write. I'm enjoying coming up with absurdist way pissmancy would work. 

[nopjans 1,178]

Bravo. Another story that is very much in my areas of interest!

[Paulypeeps 5,287]

I love the justification for witches wearing black.