I'm squatting in the middle of his cold cement basement floor, just over the drain in his laundry room, sitting back on my high heels. The 4" spike heels he insists I wear now around the house, wobble in them and get whipped for it, walking or squatting. He says a 'lady-like' little bitch should know how to wear high heel shoes.
Leather, padded restraints that buckle at the outsides of my ankles hold a two foot wide spreader bar between them, fastened to D-rings on the inside of the cuffs. I can't move my ankles apart or in toward each other. I'm held almost motionless. A thin chain attached to a small eye hook in the middle of the bar between my legs runs up to a metal and locked ring fastened tightly around my balls, so tight it hurts. A tiny padlock swings slightly behind my balls as I squirm slightly against the pain of my position on the floor.
Standing is impossible. That's the point. I'm held naked and in that squatting position resting on my high heels with my knees spread. My soft and baby smooth penis and balls are pulled down toward the cold floor, red and slightly swollen. My hands are fastened by wrist cuffs to hooks on the side of a 2" wide leather collar buckled and locked around my neck, feel that padlock on that too, cold metal against the my naked back.
He sits and watches. His urine is down the front of me, feel it in the padding of my ankle cuffs, cool and wet. I can smell it all over me, acrid and filling my every breath. Some on the floor by the drain, some in a small puddle around my shoes, his urine is everywhere. I keep my eyes to the floor. I'm naked except for my shoes. I try so hard not to wobble.
"You'll learn to do this. You'll get the hang of this, princess." He just stares at me.
I whimper, look up to him as he says that, I beg to be released, somewhat hysterically. He stares back at me silently. I have thin red welts all over the sides of my outer legs and the top of my cheeks just below my back. Criss-cross of burning thin lines, rising to welts, I feel them sting sharply as I cry softly.
He whipped me with a riding crop before walking to the couch to sit. I screamed as he held me tight by my hair, screamed for no one to hear but him in his locked basement, his punishment play room. We spend a lot of time at his house now, for just this reason. He gets to use all of his toys on me. He has all the S&M playthings he needs to fully exploit my submissive sissy sex toy status in his life. I'm his almost full time, his complete bitch. I know at some point he'll move me into his house. And I know that this will be my role 24x7.
"Shhhhh, princess. We're going to try this again. When I say swallow all the way, I mean swallow all the way. You're not supposed to spill a drop." He chugs his beer. "I could put your ass over the whipping horse for an hour or two, spank you real good then leave you there over night to think about all of this."
He looks at me finishes the last of his beer, drops the can to the floor. "I still have to piss. You're lucky, bitch. Don't have to leave you down here while I go for more beer upstairs." He stands.
"Now, baby, I really want you to get this right. This is a trick you have to learn to do right. It's very important to me. I don't want to have to whip that ass again. I know you'd rather have me fuck it. I want that too. So we're gonna try one more fucking time!"
He's naked, looks huge as his muscular form moves forward and then towers over me. I shudder, whimper and cry as he stares down at me, smiles.
I look up at him, tears all over my face, bitter taste of his urine all over the inside of my mouth. "I want to do this, I do, please. Believe me." I hear the panic in my voice, "Please." I lose it start to cry even harder. "I want to be able to do this so bad for you." I hear myself say that through sobs, feel myself shudder as he grabs me.
I feel him put his hand under my chin, his finger and thumb squeeze the sides of my face. He pushes in on my cheeks firmly and opens my mouth, holds it like that in an exaggerated kissing pose, looks down at me. "So fucking cute, you really are."
He puts the head of his cock to my mouth, feel the wet end of it on my lower lip. Then he pushes just the head of his soft cock into my mouth. He's large even when soft, feel the huge head move into my mouth filling it as I close my lips around him. I try as hard as I can to concentrate. I lock my lips around the back of the head of his penis, feel it slightly move as he does it for the third time.
He starts to pee.
He pees very slowly. He's holding back a lot. Tiny spurts, dribbles, he's doing that on purpose. He drips bitter urine into my mouth very slowly, not like the first time fifteen minutes ago when he just put it in my mouth pissed full force, then whipped me and did it again.
I swallow as quickly as I can, feel panic as I do. He's peeing softly, so that I actually can keep up with the flow, actually swallow as he fills my mouth. I try so hard not spill it down the front of my chin and onto the floor. I lock my lips around him tight and struggle to swallow rhythmically. I don't want to spill a drop. I don't want to be whipped again. Most important I know I want to please him, want to be a good sissy bitch for my man.
I open my throat as I feel him start a steady stream. He smiles down at me as it runs down my throat. I'm not even really swallowing anymore. I've learned a new trick. I can feel it. I've learned a new way to service and please my man.
And then it's over.
"See, once you get motivated you can do it. Now I held back a bit, even when I let it go toward the end." He pulls himself out of my mouth, wipes his cock on the side of my face, in my hair. "But with time you're gonna learn to do that after I've had six beers and have to piss like a race horse."
