We stood like that for just a moment, and then a dark spot suddenly appeared on the silky pink crotch of the panties.
I stared, startled and surprisingly aroused by the realization that she had just peed a bit into the panties she was wearing while standing no more than three feet away from me.
And then she moaned, and with a sudden gush of piss from her body the panties were soaked, and a flood of her urine ran down her thighs and through the pink fabric, briefly puddling between her feet before running down the center drain.
I stared at her, absolutely stunned that something so gross, so inappropriate, so unsanitary, and so strange could somehow be the most intimate and erotic thing I’d witnessed yet with her.
Her face was awash with relief, and she peed on and on, the urine hissing loudly against the tile floor and her feet as it flowed freely from her.
At long last the flow subsided, turning into a series of trickles that diminished into drips. And then there was nothing else leaving her body, just the steady drips of piss falling from the saturated panties onto the floor of the shower.
I stood still and kept staring, unable to make any sense of the emotions and thoughts swirling through my head. My eyes eventually caught hers, and she reached over and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Perhaps I moved us along too quickly girl.” She said softly.
“No.” I said quietly. “I liked it Mistress Isabella.”
“Really girl?” she whispered.
“Mistress Isabella, I loved it.” I told her.
And I had.
I’d seen others pee in locker rooms and public restrooms before, but never had I seen someone show off their need to piss, and then do it right in front of someone else.
Ten minutes ago I’d have never listed seeing someone urinate as a sexual thing. Now I was wondering if I could get her to do it again. And I was wondering what it would be like to pee in front of her.
“Did you girl?” she asked with a grin.
“I’ve never peed standing up before Mistress.” I told her. “It looked so…so…so fucking sexy.”
“Then I want you to pee for me girl.” She told me. “Pee in front of your Mistress.”
I’d peed in countless public bathrooms over the years, but no one had ever watched me.
“I want to.” I said. “I need to. What’s happening to me Mistress?”
Nothing that I’d experienced today had been expected, and several parts of the morning had touched upon things that I’d never even really contemplated or considered.
But this sudden desire to pee with her, to pee for her, and to pee in front of her was probing into corners of my psyche that I hadn’t ever explored before.
“You are feeling your sexual power girl.” She said.
She reached out and stroked my cheek with her fingers.
“Even as you want to please your Mistress you’re feeling the power that you have over others when it comes to physical and visual pleasure.” She continued. “It’s something you and I will keep exploring together until you are a master.”
“Yes Mistress.” I said, unable to keep from breaking into a smile.
She reached for my hand and pulled me closer to her, and then she wrapped her arms around me. I felt her hands in my hair and with a sudden jerk she pulled my head back and we were staring into each other’s eyes.