I Piss Drinking
i remember the first time i drank my Master's piss. It was back in late March, eleven days after He started training me. In fact, it was when my internal enslavement conditioning was at it's most intense. i was spending every moment with Master that i could when He wasn't working or absolutely had to spend time with another of His subs.
In those days i slept with Him in His bed almost every night for eight weeks. He woke me early one morning before He went for His usual six-mile run in the neighborhood. Here is the excerpt from my journal for that day. The part where He informs me i will be drinking His piss is about halfway down the page (after the *). (i only included the entire entry for context):
i groaned with pleasure and pressed into Master’s cuddling embrace, letting out a weak laugh when He started planting gentle kisses all along the side of my neck. i was blissfully groggy; the carefree heaviness of sleep mixing with the comforting touch, irresistible warmth, and intoxicating scent of the Man i loved to produce an opiate-like high that only grew stronger when His voice whispered softly in my ear, “Wake up, Baby.”
i let out another groan as He ran His hand down my chest, raising up goosebumps all over my body.
“Come on, Sleepyhead.” He urged again, His voice a little louder.
i groaned again.
His hand traced down my stomach further that time, grazing my cock. i was rock-hard, of course, due equally to having morning wood along with being so close to Him.
He let go of me and then the lamp switched on. He climbed over me as i lay motionless on the bed, still drifting in my dreamy reverie. Once facing me, He nudged my chin up and said, “I know you’re not asleep, boy. This here proves it.” He grasped my stiff cock in His hand, giving it a nice tug.
I let out an even louder groan as His arm encircled me. His fingers traced down my bruised back and into my ass-crack, which He gently parted. As He began fingering my hole, i moaned out, “Oh, god, yes!” And involuntarily bucked my pelvis forward against Master’s hip.
“Gotta work on that, boy. You need to be thrusting your hips backward, not forward. Because this back here...” Master continued fingering my boy-pussy, playfully slipping a finger partially in as He continued, “This is your sex organ. This is what you offer to Me like a good little bottom slut for Me to fuck. Whereas this...” He reached for my dick with His other hand and gave it another tug. “Is just an ornament, a decoration for Me to look at and play with a little when I’m in the mood for that. But it’s not really that important to Me, and in time I think it will stop being so important to you, too. Once the prostate massager I ordered for you comes in, you’ll be using that on yourself once or twice a day to play with and condition your pussy for sex, and that will work to strengthen the connection in your brain between your ass and sexual pleasure. But that’s not the only thing that stands to do that; the main thing that will do that will be My frequent use of your pussy to get Me off. The more I fuck you and the more you cum from that, the more it will be reinforced in your mind that that’s what you want. Meanwhile, never using your dick during sex- or at least very minimally- will slowly erode the associations your mind has made with your cock being your primary source of sexual pleasure. Of course you will always likely derive some enjoyment from it because that’s how almost all men are wired. But I don’t want your cock to be your main focus, Son, because it won’t ever be Mine. This...” Master boldly pressed a couple of fingers deep into my ass, causing me to gasp as He continued… “This is My main focus on a boy. Always has been, always will be. And now you are going to give it to Me.”
“Yes, Sir.” i replied with enthusiasm, very horny and dripping pre-cum by then.
* “But first you will serve as My urinal. Your harem-mates do this for Me every morning; I never have to get out of bed to piss when any of them are in here with Me; I just stick My cock in their mouths and drain it into them. And now I am going to do that to you; you are going to serve Me in this way from now on, by drinking My piss on demand. Any questions about that?”
“It won’t make me sick will it, Sir?”
“Seriously, wil? You think I would ask you to do something that stands to cause you harm or make you sick? You do realize that piss is like ninety-three percent water, right? And I don’t have a UTI, so no, it won’t hurt you at all. Just drink a little more juice at breakfast though because there is a fair amount of salt in piss and that will probably make you thirsty, but aside from that it is completely safe. I would know, I used to subsist on no other fluids aside from My Masters' piss for days at a time and I never once had a problem with it. Trust Me, Son. Remember what you said last night? That you just wanted Me to do whatever I wanted to you without asking first? Well, there will come a time when I am going to do just that, and any hesitations or protests on your part will lead to disciplinary actions on mine. Because you need to understand and accept that I will never ask you to do anything that would cause you any serious harm. That would be unethical, and you know I am not an unethical Dom. So now you are going to do as you are told and drink my piss. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir. But what if it makes me gag and i throw up? i’m not sure i can do it.” i honestly informed Him.
“Well, you had no trouble doing it yesterday after I face-fucked you in the bathroom, now did you?”
“That was only a drop, Sir.”
“So fucking what? Piss is piss, whether a drop or a sea of it. And right now it’s going to be the latter, so open up.”
Master pushed me roughly down on my back from where i had been propped up on my elbow. Throwing off the covers, He knelt on the mattress and knee-walked to within inches of me. Placing His hands in my armpits, He hoisted me up into a sitting position against the headboard, then ordered, “Open wide, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” i complied, my heart jumping with an acute mixture of anxiety and excitement as Master pushed His cock about halfway into my mouth. He placed one hand on the back of my head and the other one on my shoulder with just enough pressure to let me know i wasn’t going to be backing out at the last moment. In another instant, the hot, slightly-salty flood of His piss began flowing into my mouth, and i struggled to clear my mind and swallow all of it.
“That’s a good boy. Drink every last drop. Might as well get used to this, because it’s going to be happening a lot from now on, and I’m going to want to get you addicted to My piss just like you are already to My jizz. Ah...there we go. Make sure to clean every last drop off of Me with your tongue now, boy.”
i still felt a little queasy at knowing what the warm fluid i had just drank was, but nevertheless it turned me on with equal intensity. It was a breeze to lick Master’s cock head after He finished draining His bladder into my mouth, and in no time i had all but forgotten the qualm that the thought of drinking His urine had briefly triggered in me.
So now eight months later, i happily serve as Master's urinal whenever He requests that of me, and i love it. When it is my turn to sleep in His bed with Him, i have the pleasure of starting my day by drinking His concentrated morning piss, just like that first time late last March.
In those days i slept with Him in His bed almost every night for eight weeks. He woke me early one morning before He went for His usual six-mile run in the neighborhood. Here is the excerpt from my journal for that day. The part where He informs me i will be drinking His piss is about halfway down the page (after the *). (i only included the entire entry for context):
i groaned with pleasure and pressed into Master’s cuddling embrace, letting out a weak laugh when He started planting gentle kisses all along the side of my neck. i was blissfully groggy; the carefree heaviness of sleep mixing with the comforting touch, irresistible warmth, and intoxicating scent of the Man i loved to produce an opiate-like high that only grew stronger when His voice whispered softly in my ear, “Wake up, Baby.”
i let out another groan as He ran His hand down my chest, raising up goosebumps all over my body.
“Come on, Sleepyhead.” He urged again, His voice a little louder.
i groaned again.
His hand traced down my stomach further that time, grazing my cock. i was rock-hard, of course, due equally to having morning wood along with being so close to Him.
He let go of me and then the lamp switched on. He climbed over me as i lay motionless on the bed, still drifting in my dreamy reverie. Once facing me, He nudged my chin up and said, “I know you’re not asleep, boy. This here proves it.” He grasped my stiff cock in His hand, giving it a nice tug.
I let out an even louder groan as His arm encircled me. His fingers traced down my bruised back and into my ass-crack, which He gently parted. As He began fingering my hole, i moaned out, “Oh, god, yes!” And involuntarily bucked my pelvis forward against Master’s hip.
“Gotta work on that, boy. You need to be thrusting your hips backward, not forward. Because this back here...” Master continued fingering my boy-pussy, playfully slipping a finger partially in as He continued, “This is your sex organ. This is what you offer to Me like a good little bottom slut for Me to fuck. Whereas this...” He reached for my dick with His other hand and gave it another tug. “Is just an ornament, a decoration for Me to look at and play with a little when I’m in the mood for that. But it’s not really that important to Me, and in time I think it will stop being so important to you, too. Once the prostate massager I ordered for you comes in, you’ll be using that on yourself once or twice a day to play with and condition your pussy for sex, and that will work to strengthen the connection in your brain between your ass and sexual pleasure. But that’s not the only thing that stands to do that; the main thing that will do that will be My frequent use of your pussy to get Me off. The more I fuck you and the more you cum from that, the more it will be reinforced in your mind that that’s what you want. Meanwhile, never using your dick during sex- or at least very minimally- will slowly erode the associations your mind has made with your cock being your primary source of sexual pleasure. Of course you will always likely derive some enjoyment from it because that’s how almost all men are wired. But I don’t want your cock to be your main focus, Son, because it won’t ever be Mine. This...” Master boldly pressed a couple of fingers deep into my ass, causing me to gasp as He continued… “This is My main focus on a boy. Always has been, always will be. And now you are going to give it to Me.”
“Yes, Sir.” i replied with enthusiasm, very horny and dripping pre-cum by then.
* “But first you will serve as My urinal. Your harem-mates do this for Me every morning; I never have to get out of bed to piss when any of them are in here with Me; I just stick My cock in their mouths and drain it into them. And now I am going to do that to you; you are going to serve Me in this way from now on, by drinking My piss on demand. Any questions about that?”
“It won’t make me sick will it, Sir?”
“Seriously, wil? You think I would ask you to do something that stands to cause you harm or make you sick? You do realize that piss is like ninety-three percent water, right? And I don’t have a UTI, so no, it won’t hurt you at all. Just drink a little more juice at breakfast though because there is a fair amount of salt in piss and that will probably make you thirsty, but aside from that it is completely safe. I would know, I used to subsist on no other fluids aside from My Masters' piss for days at a time and I never once had a problem with it. Trust Me, Son. Remember what you said last night? That you just wanted Me to do whatever I wanted to you without asking first? Well, there will come a time when I am going to do just that, and any hesitations or protests on your part will lead to disciplinary actions on mine. Because you need to understand and accept that I will never ask you to do anything that would cause you any serious harm. That would be unethical, and you know I am not an unethical Dom. So now you are going to do as you are told and drink my piss. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir. But what if it makes me gag and i throw up? i’m not sure i can do it.” i honestly informed Him.
“Well, you had no trouble doing it yesterday after I face-fucked you in the bathroom, now did you?”
“That was only a drop, Sir.”
“So fucking what? Piss is piss, whether a drop or a sea of it. And right now it’s going to be the latter, so open up.”
Master pushed me roughly down on my back from where i had been propped up on my elbow. Throwing off the covers, He knelt on the mattress and knee-walked to within inches of me. Placing His hands in my armpits, He hoisted me up into a sitting position against the headboard, then ordered, “Open wide, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” i complied, my heart jumping with an acute mixture of anxiety and excitement as Master pushed His cock about halfway into my mouth. He placed one hand on the back of my head and the other one on my shoulder with just enough pressure to let me know i wasn’t going to be backing out at the last moment. In another instant, the hot, slightly-salty flood of His piss began flowing into my mouth, and i struggled to clear my mind and swallow all of it.
“That’s a good boy. Drink every last drop. Might as well get used to this, because it’s going to be happening a lot from now on, and I’m going to want to get you addicted to My piss just like you are already to My jizz. Ah...there we go. Make sure to clean every last drop off of Me with your tongue now, boy.”
i still felt a little queasy at knowing what the warm fluid i had just drank was, but nevertheless it turned me on with equal intensity. It was a breeze to lick Master’s cock head after He finished draining His bladder into my mouth, and in no time i had all but forgotten the qualm that the thought of drinking His urine had briefly triggered in me.
So now eight months later, i happily serve as Master's urinal whenever He requests that of me, and i love it. When it is my turn to sleep in His bed with Him, i have the pleasure of starting my day by drinking His concentrated morning piss, just like that first time late last March.
