before the reiki
I was a dominatrix. The dungeon was raided and closed down. It killed me. Put my life on hazards and made me depressed for weeks. Money dwindled and I did not want to work retail.
I had a session off of craigslist. Golden shower. I love pissing on men, one my favorite things to do. This had the ability to be really dangerous, but I agreed to meet with him.
He turned out wonderful. He bought me chocolates and three pairs of tights (one of them crotchless, for the piss). We sat on his couch and exchanged dirty stories. Mine were all lies, I bet his were too. He asked me if I ever thought about my father sexually. I lied and said yes. Told him what a great fuck my dad must be, all the while opening up my legs a little further and letting him glance at my pussy, which dried out his words immediately.
I stood up and slowly took off my skirt (he requested secretary-look) and he followed me to the bathroom. The usual dialogue began “I really have to piss and it’s going to be all over you…. do you like that view?….. You are going to get flooded…”
He: “oooh ahhh mdgjffff grrrr….” Animals, I’m telling you.
The pissing in the bathtub scenario is extremely uncomfortable. Like that yoga position that you just hate… And he puts his hands on your thighs, I swear just for a distraction..
He’s covered, so are my legs. He tells me I can shower but I lie and say that my boyfriend likes when I’m covered in piss. I just didn’t feel like showering. I asked if he wanted to keep my tights, he politely declined.
Good guy, hope to see him again soon. The chocolates he bought me are divine. I’m eating them now instead of writing a paper…
