Pissy Mood – a fun tale about a Golden Shower!

After a bit of clever schedule juggling, the winner of last month’s contest – let’s call him “mellow yellow” – came in this morning to claim his prize.

I believe I mentioned in a previous post, that his areas of interest were strictly humiliation and golden showers. Easy enough, but even though his tastes were simple I still insisted on a pre session chat to see if there’s any other possibilities to probe. He was charming, overly polite and very obviously relieved as soon as he laid eyes on me. Despite all of my blogs and photos, he still wasn’t 100% sure of the woman who would be answering the door. Clearly, I didn’t disappoint.  I hear this all the time and I’ve grown to love it – his eyes shamelessly lingered over me while I began to pry into his interest in a bit more detail.

My introductory question is always the same – “What do you hope for most out of this session”, but the answers vary wildly. He stopped and grinned, bviously feeling more comfortable with me before announcing proudly “I’d really just like for you to do whatever you’d like…I know you enjoy tormenting  pathetic men like me and I just want to make you happy.”  I sat back on the couch and looked him over, assessing if this was a genuine statement or just a titilating fantasy….he seemed quite serious –  his blatant erection was poorly hidden by his tight fitting pants.

We continued going over what few boundaries he did have before we adjourned to the dungeon. Immediately, I blindfolded him and stripped him (rather violently) of his clothing and dignity. He was quite stunned (and aroused) by my abrupt actions; so much so that all he could do was stand there trembling gently. The more vulnerable he looked, the more I wanted to rip him apart. I inched closer, pressing my latex corset into his chest – my lips gently touched his ear as I whispered my deviant intentions. The begging and moaning began before I laid a finger on him -“Oh god Mistress”….”Oh Miss Victoria”….I stopped listening right about here…he continued to ramble what sounded like a helpless prayer but this really only switched my mindset from loving dominant to predator. He was already a wounded animal and I was a hungry wolf.

Side note:  Don’t beg for mercy before I’ve begun….it’s like throwing gasoline on a fire.

I walked around him a few times, touching him gently as I made passes around his body. Taking a firm position behind him, I gently pushed the backs of his knees with my stiletto, forcing him to kneel in front of me on the floor.  I gleefully inserted my new “cock gag” into his mouth pressing it in deep against his tongue. I had planned for his GS requests this morning with a nice tall cup of coffee about a half hour before his arrival. The pain I was beginning to feel only fueled my need to take advantage of this boy, so I made no hesitation as I escorted him to my bathroom. My open shower stall was to serve as his temporary prison, chains and a spreader bar were already set up for him – just waiting to be used. I shackled him inside the tiled cell – half tempted to turn on a quick blast of ice-cold water just to get his attention.

I lifted the blindfold from his eyes before lifting my leg to rest my foot on his shoulder. His eyes met mine and he continued to beg against the swollen gag, I simply laughed and I moved my panties aside, making way for the steady stream of piss that landed perfectly onto his chest. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned. I continued, starting and stopping at will…making a game out of the anticipation.  He breathed deeply, trying to fill his lungs with my scent. Such a filthy boy. I made sure to cover every inch of this pathetic tool, making sure to add a few remarks about his inadequate cock size as he fumbled with it clumsily.

After I was done, I closed the shower door and made him sit in my fluids. I could hear him desperately trying to get off while I giggled and hurled insults his way. The entire time his ecstatic moans filled the air – interrupting my assault of verbal humiliation. It’s not very often I will be so outright abrupt and cruel with someone, but he needed it – he loved it. He worshipped me for using him and for making him revel in his own filthy desires. Unsurprisingly, this boy – who used to be a lurker – now plans to come back for regular use and abuse – I can’t wait!