“Pee girl.” She said. “Right here, just like this. Be Mistress Isabella’s Little Pee Princess.”
“Yes Mistress.” I said.
I closed my eyes as she grabbed my arms and turned me around to face the tiled wall of the shower.
She buried her face against my neck and bit my shoulder. Her nipples grazed against my back, and I felt her hands slide along my belly and press against me, making my need to pee even more intense.
One hand stayed on my belly, and the other pushed along my slit and I felt her fingers pushing along my lips.
Surely, she didn’t want me to pee on her fingers?
Or even while she was holding me?
But the rest had been so incredibly erotic with her that I suddenly wanted to pee just like this, with her holding me just like this.
It was more than just something I wanted though.
I fucking needed to pee with her holding me.
“Piss girl.” She commanded. “Piss for your Mistress!”
I gave a push and felt a shiver of pleasure roll through my body as I suddenly opened up and started to thunder my piss down onto the floor of the shower.
Mistress pushed her hips against my ass and I felt her fingers spread my lips apart, and I stared in shock as she aimed my piss. My flow arced up away from my body, hitting the wall of the shower three feet in front of me.
I pushed harder and felt a surge of powerful lust as the jet of my hot liquid rose even higher, splashing against the wall waist high as her fingers moved and directed my flow.
It ran down the shower wall and I felt it splash around my feet as it ran towards the drain, and as my flow began to lessen and splash lower and lower against the tile, Mistress bit my shoulder again and I cried out, making a sound of pure primal pleasure.
And then my piss was covering my thighs and feet, before she stepped back away from me and suddenly slapped at my ass as hard as she possibly could.
I shrieked in surprise and pain, another big torrent of piss spilling out of me at the surprise crack of her hand against my flesh.
And then she was unhooking my collar and turning me around, as the last dribbles of pee ran out of me.
She reached up behind herself and hung my collar over one of the showerheads.
“We’re just Izzy and Gabriella again.” She said quietly, staring into my eyes.
She put her face to mine and kissed me, her lips soft and wet against mine, and then she licked her tongue against my front teeth, and I opened my mouth, and our kiss became passionate and greedy.
I wrapped my arms around her warm body, and her breasts were hot against my own. She pushed me towards the wall, and I yelped as my back hit the cold tile, and then she had the water turned on and scalding spray washed over us both.
She pulled her mouth away from mine and reached over my head and came back with a bottle of soap that smelled like strawberries.
I felt like I was floating as she scrubbed me from head to toe, moaning as she worked her fingers carefully against my overly sensitive cunt lips and stiff clitoris.
“Tonight Gabriella.” She whispered. “I promise. Tonight.”